Youth
by Tim Anderson
That night she came again, armed to the teeth with sex
She became cast in an angelican haze
Her hair glowing in the shade of the
Rainbow lights, her eyes black, like t-
Winter sun around us, without warmth
And we rose to the light we could not find yet, she’s gone
O hell said we, who continued three, upon
The lakes and wood we came to see, the Corn
Desert. We were cold said we, so an island we
Came to be, where we sat beneath the Knowledge Tree.
We came to the room, and seen this hall of hell, frightening,
Where music: loud demonic blackened fierce
Where games: Resident Evil Zombies Blood
Where voices: yelling screaming arguing
Where anarchy: running fire laughter
We went to the store, a mile away, Minute Man, walking
A cold and dreary wet and snow
Deathly running noses pink fingers
Bright with people talking and staring
Money exchanges people leaving
We three do not care, and left for somewhere all together, more fun
Went to that room the on in there
In a tall tower of containment of lethargy
Of depression of beauty of corruption of vice
Where everything I know is false
We sleep, and see and kill and live and live and color and watch
Quiet, determined, tired visionary, brain-jello,
Meat, bread, outside pure air overdose, people
Not the people, tall fat whatever, loud penetrat-
Ing, smelling me, leaving, staying, calling, eating
We left, upstairs, which was underground, but above ground, skyward,
Gasping, trying for breath, light headed, can’t breathe,
Have a cigarette to ease the pain, cough some more,
Fainting on the wall, tearing at the locked door,
Looking as a baby who’s only just teeth’d
Down we go, but not the cellar this time, outside of the wall,
And the snow came down, like stars,
And a frown, with a sad desire for the bars,
Like those of old, only a year now ago
And farther than David’s stone throw
Our lives will now never be the same, and the seventh day,
Insane how dare you?
I wasn’t responsible ma’am
But how could you do this?
Youth, because of youth.