It will not matter, What you feel when the lights fade, You’ll die anyway
Bottle rockets zip by, Marijuana drifts inside, The heat. Windows up.
Click click clack candy, Roll in a small circle– crush, Two smiles without sweets
Clipped wings clean and white With the filthy Brooklyn birds Escaped parakeet
Flavorless crumbling In pieces between molars Swimming like white fish … Grey bits grey matter Pultaceous mass of chewed gum Overheated brain
The train screeches in Stale fear on yesterday’s news Press against pillars
I never liked him, It was pay day and he went, He was young, like me, … Someone found him there, I heard there were no windows, One small room, alone, … We are all like him, Just living for the weekend, Let’s stop pretending, … He waited all week, Like so many of us…