housing project reunion

by Derek Richards

when we die
i don't care
honestly
i'm not them
i show in black
grimace
hands through my hair
but fuck them
the dead
i'm still high
still smoking cigarettes
still cool
they smell
wear lipstick
dumb blue suits
hairspray
her young blonde thighs
contemplating
physics
guitar strings to buy
and the dead
are useless
young or old
god or needle
simply dead
no more
singing