Concrete and grit and paint
Every name ever used
Every curse in the book
Plastered there
For all to see
An eternal tribute
To the youth of our age
Until it's found
And erased by whitewash
Not so eternal then
For now we skate
And smoke and yell
And wear ugly sweaters from Goodwill
God bless that store
I'm no good
He's much better
Takes to the air like a bird
With no feathers
His board flips rapidly
To land perfectly
Under his black
Keds
-alice
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Wonderland
PoetryShe wanders, lost in wonder. She falls in and falls out. Loses days and nights and friends. Bottles. Ashes. Echoes of laughter left in her wake. She is no one, without even a capital letter to her name. She is alice.
