eleven

where is he now:
the young man who cries while listening to Drastus
whose eyes fill with tears
when he hears the pickslide

who, listening, thinks a little
of Philip Jeck
and wonders if he will die alone
unloved

where is she:
the girl who writes Drastus lyrics
on her jeans
and gets yelled at

You have ruined a perfectly good pair of jeans
Shut up they're my jeans
I hate all of you
that sort of thing

where are they,
the Drastus youth,
whose hearts are opened
by these dark fathomless fugues?

there are no such creatures, such people,
God damn your eyes
this is not that kind
of music