city chill

fresh from the train
in a city that serves burgers
with cocaine on the side
no it won't make you less
but it may change directions
your emotions or the way
you leave this place


what are people afraid of 
you're thinking
youth
or more of growing older


no fear for you
hitching rides from pretty girls
in the middle of December
no fear of getting drunk in the sober crowd
or sober in the drunk crowd


yet you're defiled in airports 
in your dirty jeans
going back home to homes that don't change
and boys that come home changed


trust has became filtered
phone full of numbers that don't belong to
friends anymore
memories are a flash of videos
you used to live in
clover isn't crimson anymore
the chill here just feels normal


are you to become residue
poetry leaping from a sky of stardust
that will be wiped off palms
of those that don't believe in anything
you are