1/14/2017
one in the morning, champagne drunk
KNL INW and I
steered uneasily down the sidewalks
of an uppereast side street,
the January wind whipping us
into a frenzy
smoking rolled cigarettes
a homeless man stops us:
asks for food
she gives him a cigarette
lights it for him
looking back, this was not good
a drunk bougie boy out of many
says "it's alright sweetheart!" as he passes us on the sidewalk. we complain of exhaustion
it is quiet.
i will move here next year
i pause.
I think, stop
and we laugh
and wonder if it's really happening
and i think my poetry is uninspired
and frankly, ugly
my state does not settle in
i almost step on a puddle
i say where am i? the answer:
realization enough to strike me sober
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
1/14/2017
one in the morning, champagne drunk
KNL INW and I
steered uneasily down the sidewalks
of an uppereast side street,
the January wind whipping us
into a frenzy
smoking rolled cigarettes
a homeless man stops us:
asks for food
she gives him a cigarette
lights it for him
looking back, this was not good
a drunk bougie boy out of many
says "it's alright sweetheart!" as he passes us on the sidewalk. we complain of exhaustion
it is quiet.
i will move here next year
i pause.
I think, stop
and we laugh
and wonder if it's really happening
and i think my poetry is uninspired
and frankly, ugly
my state does not settle in
i almost step on a puddle
i say where am i? the answer:
realization enough to strike me sober