about how life has become unbearable
to college girls who came from
satellite suburb, high and holy high school
Where they watched some hippie hit a hacky sack
Where they watched their first episode of cops
on a faithless wide mooned October night.
Same night
the boogie man really got to some kid
via closet, via pathways
of undescerned origin.
Same night some kid
discovered masturbation
having a wank is lucky
to get luckier to forget
sexual frustration,
mass annihilation,
a troops infiltration,
a permanent vacation.
A little while until denial
set your soul to a match
for the seed to hatch
from corn to mash
old war wounds rehashed
I blasted life right outta its water
no time for a frown
only time to get down
to the next level
of pure conscience decision.
1996
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