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KD Miller
Poems
Mar 2015
witherspoon
3/7/2015
I've met a few good men,
a few good men, this is why
I am so vexed.
The springing pantomines
of careful youth rings around
the green, as it always has
the campus store sells
cigarettes and muffins and condoms
as it always has, and
although the mood is different than
the one on early semester Halloween
night,
The grass is as green as it always
has been.
I need to learn to let people
and things go, but it doesn't help
when you live, when half of those memories
happened in towns where George Washington and Witherspoon got
drunk off their *****,
and Madison lied about men in the woods. Sitting dully alone in the stadium
the vast Powers,
I am one in 23,000
and I do not know how I feel
about that and the lost
days when I used to chain smoke
voraciously in the parking lot
in a car that smelled like
burnt tobacco
and run through
the rain in Murray dodge,
write on the walls at the Pyne
arches and smoke
drugs with friends
in the freezing rain on Wilson's
grave.
This is all gone now
and
I need new trivial distractions
now that all of mine are gone
and I see the summer sun getting
closer to my bruised memory.
Written by
KD Miller
princeton | NYC
(princeton | NYC)
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