We lie there
on the grass
in the park
of St James
young Nima
and young me
both smoking
looking up
at the sky
you know what?
she utters
if I don't
get a fix
pretty soon
I'll dry out
be withered
like a nun's
******
you won't get
out of that
hospital
or get those
mind quacks off
of your case
if you get
more fixes
I tell her
I know that
my parents
tell me that
when they come
to visit
both doctors
of a kind
what about
having ***
are you up
for a ****
she says loud
disturbing
the wild ducks
near by us
and others
passing by
not right here
I tell her
of course not
some place else
what place else?
some hotel
some cheap joint
like we did
a month back
not today
getting late
you've to be
back in that
hospital
before long
I inform
she looks round
stares at me
can't go on
not like this
I'll go slit
my **** wrists
if I don't
get a fix
or a ****
she lies back
on the grass
cigarette
held aloft
like some young
movie star
in a role
I lie there
watching clouds
and birds fly
and thinking
of the ***
that we had
in that cheap
hotel room
on that bed
that made sounds
like migraine
in the head.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
We lie there
on the grass
in the park
of St James
young Nima
and young me
both smoking
looking up
at the sky
you know what?
she utters
if I don't
get a fix
pretty soon
I'll dry out
be withered
like a nun's
******
you won't get
out of that
hospital
or get those
mind quacks off
of your case
if you get
more fixes
I tell her
I know that
my parents
tell me that
when they come
to visit
both doctors
of a kind
what about
having ***
are you up
for a ****
she says loud
disturbing
the wild ducks
near by us
and others
passing by
not right here
I tell her
of course not
some place else
what place else?
some hotel
some cheap joint
like we did
a month back
not today
getting late
you've to be
back in that
hospital
before long
I inform
she looks round
stares at me
can't go on
not like this
I'll go slit
my **** wrists
if I don't
get a fix
or a ****
she lies back
on the grass
cigarette
held aloft
like some young
movie star
in a role
I lie there
watching clouds
and birds fly
and thinking
of the ***
that we had
in that cheap
hotel room
on that bed
that made sounds
like migraine
in the head.
A BOY AND GIRL IN ST JAME'S PARK IN 1967
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