I know the pencil draws the drawing
and not me. But just being present is
not enough; like all those university
kids hanging around the stairway at
The Annex, everything is running
And for just doing nothing there's
a lot of standing around. Kids joke
about their dick size or their prowess
in the sack. I can only figure they mean
their rented dorm-room mattress hovel.
I was here in the 60's, and then the 70's,
and through the 80's, and then the old
Annex was gone. Half a block away, the
closed bowling alley became some lunging
chain-store brewery, probably serving all
those same bastard kids. Still talking.
Still standing around : but now with
their two-part lemonades and the new
girlfriends they've found.