Young Writers Society

to Molly

well, now you're gone, with your peace and glorious words
and i can't help but think of you in this cold and uninviting place
like a dog out in the rain, broken and wearied by life and whips,
left to my own devices, i go to chinatown and read these words aloud
in an alleyway in some dark and forsaken, forgotten corner in the city,
to the bums that run half-naked and free in the streets
with piss-stained clothes and bright victorious smiles
to the rats in the sewers and subways, blow-torched and abandoned
by their suave & princely men, untouched by the apocalyptic curses
and the strippers underneath the skylight, lonely and sobbing
to the crackheads & whores of Clinton and Ohio
wandering there out on the streets, with their burnt lips
and desperate eyes seeking redemption
in one form or another.
to the disenfranchised young boys & girls of America
hard migrant workers being fucked in the ass by enterprise and
capitalistic corporate entities and heavy-handed governments eager
to seize the fisheries and rice farmers of Thailand and
Pakistani lawyers rioting in the streets of Karachi
to the Chinamen back in so called communist home
they haven't got a chance before the grinning madness of Hades
and Persephone, beautiful Persephone, drinking babies milk
out of a wooden, splintered bottle
waiting for the dope smoke to sink into their flesh
smoking dope and meth copiously and unforgivingly
to the blacked out names on the CIA checklist
waiting for their chance at freedom from the bureaucracy and
heroin-high and tattered and cloud-eyed, sat up and shouted
their names to the twilight sky and fell down from the ten-story roof
Death coming at ten meters per second,
yet still unfazed and discordant yelping
until their skulls are smashed on the pavement
and the streets run with the warm blood of the beatific vision
so it's not strange that i dedicate this to your smiling and unshaken face,
because we're strangers alike, and we see from the same pair of beer-goggle eyes
unconquered by the honest knowledge that has left us both wanting more but
scared of the ultimate & inevitable failure inherent in all of us
but don't be scared of what's to come, seraphim love
let's just ride down this winding road together and take things as they come
until we reach the end, my dearest friend