What we Lost, Benjamin Ramlackhan

You, out there, are all alive,

You, far beyond that, are dead,

Everyone right here, near me, is the asshole in between,

Is the fool on the corner of Canal and Bowery, Hamilton and French, and Grove and Bloomfield,

Bottle in one hand, pile of random shit in the other,

Fishing for cigarettes outside of every bar,

Spending every night sifting through time to figure out what was lost,

Because some of us can’t even remember what we lost,

What we’re still looking for.

-Benjamin Ramlackhan