When the rain is heavy and wild
you walk the streets shining and grey
the music soaked through gleams deadly
moments torn from your sunshine-memory
and the sweetest smile –
you think heavy glory under the brick-house awnings
water pelting away up-top,
that high saxophone hangs in the air
then the piano eases its way in,
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Everything
the ghosts hungry for cleaner air opening their windows by cracks in the chaos of no more night
the starving and wretched tantalus asleep on grease papers dripping chicken fat and sticky fresh balls of coughing concrete
the ones whose cracked lips gag hopeless to the exhaust pipes inhaling dust and vitamins
the bloodshot eyes,
Thank you for your letter, I’m happy to have graduated, finally. My mind’s a bit more shallow and easily distracted than yours, it took me twice the amount of time to settle on a path and twice the time to achieve the degree! I find myself further askew in my goals but nonetheless look forward to applying what I learned. Now I can finally work, instead of learning more theory and being distracted by tangents.
