A Yuppie Named Desire - Remember Poem
A Streetcar Named Desire,
No, Literally named desire;
A doorman I can’t recognize,
A hotel I can’t pronounce,
Voices that suggest intoxication,
Failing to wave down a bartender,
Gushing kidney stones of small talk;
Lipstick, hairspray, tongue;
Condoms, money, blood;
A good time.
Steam rising from below the streets,
Billowing up in tendrils, evaporating;
A police car driving down a one way
Street, in the wrong direction.
Affording to lose a friend,
But not affording to gain an enemy;
Having an excuse,
To look like hell;
“Pressure to follow, stress to lead,”
“Early to bed, early to rise,
Made a man healthy,
Wealthy...” with lies.
Feeling indignantly lascivious,
All the the above,
Of people in general,
With a smug smile.
Facades of personality;
Patience for new beginnings,
For things that take place,
Beyond the realm of,
My immediate vision.
A dream within a nightmare, a nameless passer-by;
A solitary figure lingering on a street corner,
A person rushing past;
One who cries out,
Sings and dreams within us all.
Fragments of friends,
Pieces of a puzzle;
Lots of girls,
My one and only.