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Conversations in Bed 2, the slam remix
Upstate NY is a wonderful place.
The chilled mornings,
smelling of northeastern air and dying leaves,
filled with people who make the world great.
The married couple, hosting orgies in their small apartment.
Philosophers, braving Rochester blizzards for a last cigarette.
Students with minds so young and ripe, grasping
and twisting into People, and Creeds, and lifestyles.
But there are others.
Dimwitted masses, striving to grab
a chunk of the American Dream.
Itinerants, souls with no home, seeking the unattainable
in guitar chords and nighttime wanderings.
Gutter men, down on their luck
their entire lives.
“Families are always rising and falling in America, huh?”
“Suppose so”
“Remember the conversations we had? We explored the entirety of human learning in an afternoon, then forged ahead with our own addled plans. We Lived. We Fought. We Died. All in the space of a cigarette’s breath.”
I turned to the girl,
who’s name I’d never asked,
and said:
“I love you.”
“Love is meaningless in a loveless world.”
She turned over and quickly went to sleep.
Conversation in Bed
One of these days, I shall be gone from this place.
The chilled mornings, the scent of northeastern air, the myriad qualities of the leaves. All this will be behind me. As I look over my shoulder, one last time, I can’t help but be reminded of the people that make the world great.
The married couple who are sex-positive and wonderful. The intellectuals who brave the snow and ice for a last cigarette. The students, their minds so young, who only wish to seek the greatest heights of learning and love.
But there are also the others. The dimwitted masses, striving to grab a chunk of the American dream for themselves. The itinerants, souls with no home, who dream of the unattainable. The gutter men, down on their luck for their entire lives.
“Families are always rising and falling in America, huh?”
“Suppose so.”
“Remember the conversations we had? We explored the entirety of human learning in an afternoon, then forged ahead on our own addled paths. We Lived. We Fought. We Died. All in the space of a cigarette’s breath.”
“I love you.”
“Love is meaningless in a loveless world.”
She turned over and quickly went to sleep.
