thoughts on boston


your cancer and your social scene
drives me up a fucking wall
all this new-found shit
once masqueraded as a shiny star
yearning to be explored
now no longer young and vibrant
though still inhabited by youth

it all becomes so tiresome
when the jaded, urban mind
begets innocence for knowledge

cancer is your social scene
when you can't seem to speak
without seven beers
or shots
or pills
and when you do force the words
they are meaningless to all
and yourself

your cancer is no social scene
when your mouth has been
sewn shut