by John Wieners
down at the corner
I worked in the variety & Drug store
having nothing to do
I hung out with kids at the wall
in a small town, stomping streets
It’s nothing lovelier in the world
that passion, autumn leaves
playing ball each afternoon after school:
hating Sunday, putting on new clothes
and when nobody was home
did we knock it around in each other’s pad.
Mickey & André
Dorchester, Bucky Burgess’, just
making out as much noise as it could
play the radio & sorta take off our clothes.
Purity had then the biggest sound in town.
Dating, sipping sodas out of straws
up the square & elsewhere
Those were days when everyone
knew who you were
And did we wig behind it ?
The wildroot cream hair oil
Meant what everyday’s mail means now.
And the girls more than plastic poets show.
To swell millionaires I cannot go
as I hung out around down corners after school.