there's this feeling
of my being idling
wanting relief before
hitting trains home
it's like this every 7 thirty
sometimes i people watch
today i decide, people talk
with homeless youth, 20 like me
i chat near their guitar case
about whiskey and money
quite the opposite of your mommas
water cooler small talk
they take me to junkie city
by the river where harvardites run
but there's no fast moves for the spaced out jaded
in faded black ripped tees
something about glue huffin punks
and friendly dads on junk
or drunk young things bleeding, glass feeling
makes me really real, feel alive, idle subside
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