|photo credit: Rene|
After we'd loosed
that last thunderclap of the
summer, up on the old Erie Lackawanna tracks,
I swear we heard the Universe exhale:
"Thank God that's fucking over with."
Me and Brady walked back to town on the rails
strutting like dimestore peacocks
like we knew about everything
and didn't give a shit about nothin'
So Brady asks me, "You scared about startin' high school?"
"Naw, I ain't scared"
"You lie, asshole"
" Brady, you smell like a bowl of assholes, better pray you stop before school starts"
"Yeah, and I know you better pray to the titty fairy before school starts"
Usually the shit that Brady said didn't bother me,
because we were always just kinda foolin'
and playin' around but,
I don't know.
That day it was weird.
And instead of punching him the arm,
I just got all quiet.
And so he was all quiet.
And that's the way we walked
all the way home
everything all wound up tight
begging to be let alone
yet dying to be touched off
screaming into the night