This Old Room

I'm sitting in
my old bedroom
which is now
my office
for poetry
and I remember
breaking in
through the window
a long time ago,
and I remember
my friend
burning his hair
accidently
on a candle
and I remember
drinking wine
here
and I remember
smoking dope here,
like the first time
that I got high on it
and I remember
sitting here
with a friend
and a girl friend
and the friend said
"Let's make a movie".