Now, come on, you had to know I was going to use that line as a title to a post at least once during this onslaught of youthful memory poems? Right? Right!
when I went down to
and then decided
all that could
he balked and Josh balked too
and I failed
and flopped around in gym shorts
on my parent’s front lawn.
oh doom and destiny
and couldn’t step over ourselves fast enough to
get back downtown
make a life of cheap
apartments and hardwood floors and
late night parties
and girls that were
jealous and poetry readings that
were fast and easy and ridiculed and beloved.
but when I set sail for the new country,
an evening’s party
captured me, and she was there,
and those people were there,
and my brother’s roommate was there
and we all fell into the sea and said it is better
to drown than to wade, better
to drench than to soak.
but when I finally woke up in my parent’s house
for the last time, I knew
of only a girl’s legs and how to smash
a beer bottle over my head.