I Slept In The Dining Room
-----Student Housing-----
It's true. My turn came
and has mostly gone, slipping
out the old iron
gate of the garden
I intended on purpose
to let overgrow.
-----remember-----
Someone dug a grave
in the front and stuck sculpture
at the damp bottom
hoping the party
he threw would be quality
for a grade in art.
The grass was higher
than green, reaching past the edge,
the hem of your skirt,
and still dewy fresh,
a college semester spring,
while around the back
and down three stone steps
there was a basement full of dope
belonged to my friend
funding his advanced
(legal) degrees.
November 1, 2014 4:34 PM
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