An alien in one of them

Young bastards share cigarettes
paled from the rarely-met daylight
& they step on their dumb passions
until noon strikes them
in their affairs and weeping
all of them on each other
as cannibals they depart what moral
cage best crept in taught
to those who it ought not be
and all cool down breathing as hard
as their fathers drunk on Friday night’s cards.


Revisionary notes:

“to those by whom it ought not be thought”

“Coy hunched young share cigarettes”

Can’t be bastards if they have fathers, drunk or not.


~ by Jeremy on September 9, 2009.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: