6th Trip
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
-T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I've been pretty bored lately. Ain't there a good poetry club or something here? I've been here almost a month and not a single poetry reading event? Preferably with some drug dealers within arm's reach?
Shit, if my supply wasn't limited I'd be shooting up something fierce right now.
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
-T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I've been pretty bored lately. Ain't there a good poetry club or something here? I've been here almost a month and not a single poetry reading event? Preferably with some drug dealers within arm's reach?
Shit, if my supply wasn't limited I'd be shooting up something fierce right now.