old park benches

by J.J. Campbell

i like to sit on the
old park benches
over by the statue
with no eyes

now i'm sure there
were eyes when it
was originally built
but that was long
before my time

the faces haven't
really changed much
over all these years

the clothes of my
youth are coming
back and i couldn't
be more disgusted

no one wants to sit
on a park bench and
be nostalgia fucked
to death

not even the hookers
that cut through at
dusk each evening

not sure what their
hurry is

i've got twenty bucks
burning a hole in my
pocket