by John Clinton
some of us went to rehab
some of us left the country
some of us didn’t speak to one another
some of us broke up after years together
some of us went back to rehab
when we used to do rails not bumps
when we used to wake up in the gutter on junk
when we used to burn, burn, burn like roman candles
when we used to fuck to the sun rising
when my cock was soft & my mind was throbbing!
now it’s just another Thursday evening
& my age shows in the sunset
