Friday, January 21, 2011

San Francisco: Zack Smith

unpublished poem by a youth from Larkin Street Youth Services
*typos and capitalization are [sic]

Doses everywhere
People without a care
There's nothing to do
Except to melt away without a clue

A flashing light
Lies not to far from my campsite
Listening to Beirut
Is my favorite thing to do

Yesterday a fog settled
I just got my notebook and meddled
Darkness always comes when I write
It's so hard to stay in the light

Looking in San Francisco
Tripping on LSD
Nowhere to go
Candles are all I can see

Smoking another cigarette
The satisfaction still hasn't reached me yet
Thirteen days away
Oh how I miss this holiday

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