Dorian Gray
(205 E 4th St, New York, NY 10009)
is closing.
I hope my memories stay there,
living.
the ones of poetic nights,
standing up on bar stools
and reading
shit poems to
confused patrons
and poet friends.
the ones of the gal
who lived next stairwell,
where we would drown our sorrows.
the ones that follow comedy sets
where I bombed
and then did ________ with strangers.
I'll always walk down that street and think a few things.
Kendra Jean used to live next-door, mostly.
Ryan Drag hid poems behind picture frames.
I hid coke behind a naked photo of Allen Ginsberg.
I wonder what the future will bring.