The Dream of Granite Steps
By XII
Touching on the subway
I love city night lights
I search empty dumpsters
and lift up trash can lids
like searching neon lit dance havens
For any sort of hoodrat partner
to take to Chez Expensive
back to my apartment
let's ride the subway
Halfway there I lurch forward
Apologize and lock lips
Tearing at city clothes
to be one with grime and light
I leave them all
at the Williams St. stop
I can't ever get the city girl smell
out of my hair
About Me
- XII
- All of this bad thinking gets boys in heaps of trouble. You know, you know?
There is some writing and shit here. I guess you could read it.
Here is the stuff that I write. Because I am a writer: songs, poems, stories. It's all here folks. No one, I think, reads this super intently and it's mostly just a nice record of my writing. I also just like having a blog. But, if you're here feel free to read anything at your leisure. XII
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