Junior High Redemption

Reflection. (I'm not feeling these descriptions since the Great Deletion of '08.)

I don’t bite my nails any more

And I kind of miss that feeling

Of worry, grainy memory,

Hopeless fascination of him.

 

I don’t remember the premise

‘Cause he wasn’t that good looking

Nor was he nice, nor was he smart,

But he had an appetite for

 

Film noir and that seemed like enough

Of a good time to spend summers

By the wind in close, open spaces

Digging in broken pits of taste

 

And that too had seemed like enough

But we were little, and we were

Playing dress-down so we’d get caught

With our pants down, motives unwrought

 

But we’d feel like grown-ups, married

Couples that’d break away from the

Demographic and lead a truce

Because our parents were also

 

D i  v   o    r     c      e       d.

 

And

 

While love is being accepted

No matter price of admission

I somehow feel overpaid with

The deception of recreation.

 

And

 

that was

just

junior high so

where’s

my redemption?

 

 

Reviews

[TLK]

I think there is something good here, but these situations are so alien to my experience that I cannot correspond with it.