I am sure nothing's left. The light
here at Avenel Street and Rahway
Avenue has to be the most dismal
spot in my current world. Talk
about letting your freak-flag fly.
The barber-shop guy on the facing
street, running one of those new
hoodlum-boy styling shops, he's
closed up. All his silly black flags
for law enforcement and punked-out
drugs are gone. Nothing left but the
cardboard that covers the windows.
Good riddance to bad rubbish, and
put the rest out on the curb.
The Vape Shop, on my left, good
God that too! Where do they think
this stuff up. Big-deal dudes sucking
down steam from fairy-looking canisters
in their little blue hands. Yep, right, get
me a donut too. It's all I can do to stay
steady here; it's a task, it's a burden.
and nothing's made easy. I realize
all now; it's just childhood's end.