Seagull

Reminiscing about my adolescence
whiteying from my bedroom window
in a prefab (not the sprout) tin house

When I walk past my childhood home
there's still a vertical stain
baked into the green plastic coated wall
like a dry icicle

A watermark
A reminder 
of where the summer tide
of teenage stupidity
reached its highest point
in the mid 1990s

My eyes would always blur
before the hot vomit hit the ground

I never saw it land
I only heard the thick slap
like seagull shit
on the hard concrete below

The good times of cheap white cider and soap bar resin

Teenagers today don't know they're born