When the author was sixteen.
Excerpted from an 18-line poem called "Autobiography," which appeared in my high-school literary magazine, The Register.
Fragments from 1985
Neither lust nor aloneness makes
A readable poem. Yet somehow they
Make fair subjects for foreign films.
Alleys of longing separate
One city youth from his dark goal:
Communion with electric nights,
The revelation of hell's colors
Beneath the streetlights.
... a shadow-haunted hymn of praise
To androgynous divinities,
Cinematic ice-blue faces
In the death-drunk distance.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2018-06-04 at 06:00
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