You Could Not Play the Guitar at 17 and Did Not Get any Blowjobs

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You may have had

beliefs so hot you glowed

with rage, a fire in

your belly and

your loins burning

a hole in your hand

but your heart too

free was floating

lonesomely.

 

You may have

locked yourself

in houses by the sea

with young men now

long dead or mad

and read or smoked

and talked of

life while

others lived.

 

But each timely filament

layered on

graceless youth

adds depth and daring

so that,

now not alone,

we take

wild and reckless

leaps

into the

unknown.

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