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The Academy
by Lola Nation
Thursday, November 11, 2010
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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

 

                                         sobriety.

 


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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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