Found some of my teen poetry, not as shit as I remembered. Teenage poetry you wrote that you're secretly not ashamed of.
A long summer in a short spring
I often feel I store myself in sunlight
Each summer beaming back to it quite as much as it to me.
And in winter I forget my cache as it rests icy, flung to airless seas
Autumn is to trundle through with footstep barley bold to break the leaves.
But in spring myself returns to me, each ray an older homesick summer.
On years leave until with bright finger tips it lays a hand on me.
And with my weight as anchor pulls back summer through the trees.
Noise bombs throw down newspaper stands
The mayor he throws up gets it on his hands
Infants run screaming down train station hallways
We'll never get home cause we can't work the subways
What's in my water and why can't I taste it
What's stuck in my throat that won't let me say this
Piss drenched sneakers and bedazzled adolescence
Couch rugs and bulking throws no that doesn't make sense
My eyes they are magnets facing the south side
Turn them toward northwards and fears will subside
Lounged out lakeside I lay on my side
Grass green and bright white dandelion
Smells like summer sounds like bees buzzing
Wake up in Lysol to just about nothing
Plastic benches shared between strangers and friends
Shoot the shit wait for this ride to end
With numb guts and tight throats we speak of past lovers
But for me there's no plural I've never loved another
Infectious infatuations define my situation
Rainy soft smiles bring bitter elation
Grainy indie romance only in my dreams
Then not even,
when my dreams, they all snap at the seams
my dreams all snap at the seams
To hear, as if by accident
Some name you love, belonging to
A heart now weird and cold,mentioned
Like nothing to be busy with
some trivial human care, is to
Walk upon some stranger's earth
Where nothing flows, and the moon cries