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Beasts

On the bus, I couldn't sleep and didn't
care for the trees outside my window, or rather,
didn't like their passing me by. Instead,
I held an empty plastic bottle and thought
of the days we used to fill them with dip spit
and piss. At times we were beasts. We'd tear
off our shirts and wrestle in rain, and mud,
and grass, and eat red meat and blue-blooded
girls alive - Then button our unironed shirts to the neck,
adorn ourselves with ties and don blazers
for banquets and chapel, as if we prayed to God.

I thought then of books we once read for class;
how now I'm meant to be a Prince of Denmark
but always felt a little more like Sal
or Dean on the road; of Golding, and Twain,
and Salinger, and how he's a kook, or was.
He's dead, I realized, so maybe it's time
for me to listen to Holden;
"Don't ever tell anyone anything; if
you do you start missing everybody."

Description
Beasts

On the bus, I couldn't sleep and didn't
care for the trees outside my window, or rather,
didn't like their passing me by. Instead,
I held an empty plastic bottle and thought
of the days we used to fill them with dip spit
and piss. At times we were beasts. We'd tear
off our shirts and wrestle in rain, and mud,
and grass, and eat red meat and blue-blooded
girls alive - Then button our unironed shirts to the neck,
adorn ourselves with ties and don blazers
for banquets and chapel, as if we prayed to God.

I thought then of books we once read for class;
how now I'm meant to be a Prince of Denmark
but always felt a little more like Sal
or Dean on the road; of Golding, and Twain,
and Salinger, and how he's a kook, or was.
He's dead, I realized, so maybe it's time
for me to listen to Holden;
"Don't ever tell anyone anything; if
you do you start missing everybody."