A POEM - MY WORLD IN THOSE DAYS

There was a lot of sitting on my ass
in those days.
A lot of park benches,
A lot of thinking.
The world,
I couldn't figure the fucker out.
I watched people go by.
Guys banging on store signs
and kicking at windows,
pouring cans of paint into gas tanks,
fighting in the streets.
The girls, crying or laughing,
dressing up like whores
and walking down the sidewalks,
clumsy in their short skirts and their high heels.
And there were always the rats nearby,
rummaging for food,
doing their thing,
just making it.
And the moon was in the sky,
the stars blinking down.
The world was this big,
incomprehensible thing.
But then, it always was.