XLIV

an old fashioned youth

doesnt ask for much

wilds to rage in,

a cup

to drink and turn over to

ring like a bell

i saw that movie many times

i read about it in the papers

i saw it drawn in watercolor

it was about a silent house

it was about a coughing dad

and a mom sleeping in an

iron belly

it was about lazy kids with

pissing dreams

it was about dogs with stitches

it was about political turmoil

raging in the wilds with the cup

dinging on the cup like a gong

it was about doubt in the desert

and waking up in the hospital

it was about people going places

and trying to do the right thing

but i've always been shit at

film crit kind of stuff

sitting on the roof with these these

these early clementines and mask kings

old fashioned youth is always the new one

waking in starts from the black and white dreams