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The Academy
by Lola Nation
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Rated "R" by the Author.
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...because all my friends have graduated...


My friends have all graduated head of their class


What was powder on a mirror or empty CD case turns into glass,


burning sinuses or brimming over in sweet smelling clouds




What was calming in capsule form is now is distinguished as China’s only Caucasian


 and if you’re not fond of China,  you can call the Mexicans to cover up the potholes


on the streets of your arms




If you’re scared of needles or can’t tie a bow


You can smoke brown stripes off Reynolds finest invention


RJ discloses it on his cigarettes




The common denominator isn’t in their name


It’s the tar


 In our youth,



We were misplaced, misunderstood, and full of raw talent


Smoking cigarettes by the fences of our high schools,


 cutting classes,  breaking all the rules

Thinking of time in hourglasses         


in which the grains of sands


poured through like molasses




As young adults we sought our passions


in fruitless love affairs


leaving us desperate


often clinging to despair




We found comfort


in social settings that required


smaller gatherings within


a room sectioned off for a few to come in and out of  a little lighter than before




We were kings among peasants


and queens among a deck of cards


Jacks or better



were always followed by a coke


and a smile




In night clubs we were gods


Egos filled like the balloons that we sucked down with mind-warping speed


 We never stood in line at the door,



We never paid for a drink




The bartenders knew us and loved us –


If the bookies got paid, it was because we made the score




We ruled when downtown was an escape route


for underage teenagers to destroy stem cell opportunities


offering race cars in the form of Mitsubishi-e


and two dollar trips for a eight hour tour




We hosted the after parties that raged into the sunlight


We drank the last beer  and watched the last man stand,


Yelling “Timber!” when he fell




We egged on the egos that led to the fights




We told pretty  girls to cheat on their loved ones



promising, we would never tell



 We shared stories, interrupting one another



to get the loudest laugh


Passing the conch for attention


they were my scouts, and I was their den mother


you couldn’t have asked for more

 (but you always did)




 It was age that separated us



distinguishing our degrees amongst each other


Our education was paid on a loan that was in default


We suffered collectors and harassing phone calls


and we found addictions that destroyed trust


inflictions that we’d yet to discover


We destroyed the commonality we shared


there was no room


we went in together


we’d all come out alone




Perhaps the time had come


for us to move out of the dorm


to get back into society but we still shared one thing in common,


none of us, not one of us, could face the thought of




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Reviewed by Amor Sabor 11/12/2010
Now you made me really glad I did not partake. Excellent work.
Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks 11/12/2010
All the pain, all the glory, all the story
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