early in life and ran off afterwards
to sip absinthe with Verlaine
when we should have been
home doing our home-work
we were not just hallucinating
the hunger the blow-jobs
they taught us to survive
like them as objects of ridicule
who suffered childhood as mixed
grievous loss and boredom
we were not just hallucinating
those terrible misunderstandings
we had hidden cameras tracing
their images on big-ass canvases
to line the mental hallways
of our artsy-fartsy hearts.
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