café utopia
i found myselfpuffing on an unlit blunt
at 3 am on a tuesday
while a group in the corner
popped prescription pain killers
recreationally
the lonely man
in the other corner
awoke from a sedated sleep
the whole place
was filled with the stench
of cheap tequila
and vomit
a man proclaimed
anti-american sentiments
by reading
segments of an ancient law book
from a theocratic society,
so i blasted
the beatles into my ears
and chanted
far eastern mantras
and we all chanted
"long live marx!"
and
"power to the people!"
the best things in life
are utopian,
the theoretical philosopher's
favored vanity
i found myself
puffing on an unlit blunt
at 3 am on a tuesday
and its flowery aroma
took me back,
though unlit
i found myself,
but the lonely man
fell back asleep
1/31/18
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2018-03-06 at 05:55
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