14 years later (or Studio apartment,1999.)
my dog sleeps upon another
mattress
the same music pours on and on
the same dynamics
1:52 a.m.
naked below the waist
behind this table
scar across my left finger
has sealed the gap
to a kind
of fissure
my skin pale from lack of daylight
money burning fast
hair combed back neatly
a class act all the way
outside I can hear the bar
downstairs filling with college kids
and I don’t feel bad for skipping college
or
the last half of high school
now, 14 years later from those classrooms
those kids down there could buy and sell me
within seconds
but I have a nice television
and a modern stereo
some pages published
out of Reseda
and a lust for failure
unsurpassed
by anybody.
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