Mt Vernon People

Mt Vernon people are wordly
for an American small town
A liberal arts college
next to a religious institutw
my class
death
wordly people
our high school
contact now
New York, L. A.
education
erudition of the "uneducated"
art
life
indifference
free thought
is this a poem?
not yet
dot connecting ensues
alcohol
pot
they're on my mind
notice the spelling of institutw
why didn't i notice that?
Hell, why did I repeat it?
*looks slyly*
I know why, he thinks, thinking we don't watch him (but we, do as we read on
)I know why, it was easier than erasing the w
but looking back in the preceding lines
it wasn't easier
what's up with the pretentious line break?
pretentious?!?! why did you fucking call it a line break?!?!
why didn't you type that '")" starting a line thing'?
that was pretensious too, you know, as is all
propriety
life
Star Trek on the tube
a thirty year mass market franchise
eternal now
like God
Trekkies=Christians
not really
maybe
not really *smiles to himself*
and whats witH these "*" things?
Stupid.
Fun though.
*smiles to himself*
Enough now.
This is not poetry.
or is it?

Thought happened hence the Enter button
is this poetry?
i dont know
lines spewed forth in the break
and even preceding the start
lines accompanied with tobacco smoke like:

"you got milk in one hand and a cigarette in the other,
health is in your grasp, but what's the right hand holding?"

"Let's take life like we take our tequila,
without training wheels"

drugs
religion
social connection
all on a disc of melting snow
Spring on the third rock
orbiting
one of beyond counting
and we're alone enough
and only know enough
as much as we can
limit approached
but this isn't poetry.
or is it?

Life brought me to drugs.
This slow suicide has burned the fuel faster
but what thought was produced!
thought not often written
or typed
or texted or Twittered
perhaps it should have been
but my thoughts are mine alone
unless you read them
in which case i typed them
(notice the informal "i", you'll see
im comfortable now")
i typed them to be read
to be known and
to be free
free
free of memory
free of angst
free of self-retribuition, castigation, mutilation
free of love and hope
the cruelest of evils
Pandora locked them in, remember?
of course you don't
neither do i
at least not correctly
love wasn't in the box to begin with
but hope
cruel hope
raptors had feathers too, you know?
before they'd eat you
love and hope and jest
in a second's time
when the planet observes her infection
she can't even see it
its all mold
resilient
resistant
and this isn't poetry
it just isn't.