Sitting duck
I wish I knew Beck.
Maybe he would want to help.
Maybe he could go back to 1986.
I knew that grass then like I haint been able to know it since
The world moved away from me
I can?t remember anything, the soft light up the path by xxx?s house. The black asphalt in the neighborhoods. I can see the parking lot at the high school. Where did I go. I can?t remember.
John Wxxxx. Knees, laurie Anderson, nothing on top but a bucket and a mop matt bxxxx,
Sweatshirt in the tunnel what did I know of this world? you left me you did not warn me you went away,
Now the halls, the intake rooms. Dark orange rugs, the papers on her deask. The chairs in a curcle in her office. Joy Margolis. My blue duffel bag. Ten dollars of pot in it. My soul drifts out of my throat,