A BUZZ THAT TURNED TO BOOZE

1. BRIGHT FRAME BENCH HANDS

home town small town bright frame -
almost-men 
walk across 
blank flat field / they hung out there
in
school
year
weekends

walk ? no - march !

marching
with
beer purpose in blue college break sunshine
open minds hungry / buzzing

a buzz that turns to booze
and
never
back

now i sit out there
on a bench of twisted metal
with
hands
that
could be anybodys / but too - 
could 
only
be 
mine 

2.BRIGHT FRAME CEMETERY HANDS

big city big cool bright frame - 
i
jumped
off
the cheap coach early / THRILLED to get out THERE
and
buzzed on NOTHING

OUT !  i was so OUT !

looking for anything to look at
Trafalgar Square / late summer PM / sparks on my heels
fairy dust in heated air

a buzz that turned to booze
and
never
back

now i walk thru the cemetery trees
with
my
hands - My Hands 

with
my
own 
hands