Monday, March 30, 2015

A Very Good Year

My seventeenth year was a very good year I kissed Helen on Hope Street and she thought it was Grand

This hometown isn't physical but mental with plenty of there there

With tapestry grids that live in time and mind

I remember when I  rescued the woman kicked out of a car by her husband how  she thanked me and said that she would make me a star and asked me for two hundred bucks the next day

I remember when on this block the front desk clerk subtly sprayed pepper spray ambiently so I would leave

Now I am pursued down every street by memory
knowing that someday memories will leave me alone

With just the city

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