Walking around Philadelphia

At two o’clock in the afternoon

Inebriated beyond belief

With two good friends

Isn’t something I’d advise,

But I’d highly recommend it.

~

These are the moments

I’ll remember most fondly.

When the cigarettes

Disappear promptly after lighting,

The people fly past in a blur,

And the company of friends

Who,

Are as drunk as I

Gives you a warm feeling

In your chest.

~

… or maybe,

that’s just the alcohol

Shirt must always smell like cigarettes,

Ipod in left pocket, phone and pencil in right;

Hair is a mess,

Crooked teeth (Never getting any straighter).

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White bedroom walls streaked with colors;

Some ill-placed throws of crayons and such (17 years worth).

Ever-growing pile of old books strewn about the floor,

Waiting their turn

-

Guitar lying on the floor,

Cast off by some bastard in a hurry

To get out of this house;

He’s been here 17 years (too long).