Friday, January 22, 2016


highschool.  those awful mornings
trying so hard to stay awake 
second period.

Katie gives me the pill 
wake up. 

it always came on in Chemistry class
my legs’d feel great all the sudden
all i could do was focus
everything seemed so interesting 

i took detailed notes 
with a complex system of organization 
and i saw the beauty in everything
especially knowledge

and I loved to draw on that stuff
i’d draw right through lunch
the food was terrible anyway 
under all those fluorescent lights

that cigarette after school
at the park
with johnny
or in my car

if i could pick one feeling
just one
to have just one more time

it’d be that.
that cigarette
after school
“The good times are killing me” 

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