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For those still trying
to make a statement
no matter how bleak
the future may seem
do not forget Kazaam
in fact, it can be used
in many different ways,
like inspiration
to aspire to be anything but,
or contempt
to actually have something to say,
and just for kicks
to have a good laugh at the system,
nothing good ever came
from a cash grab, except
the idea, the certainty
that money isn’t everything,
that you can do far better
without a twenty-million dollar
Hollywood budget.
So
here’s the thing.
You’ve got two options.
Either succumb to the pressure
or roll with the punches.
Take note, being an adult
means a diet of eating shit,
and just when you’re ahead,
another bill arrives,
a parking ticket
a meter reading
a doctor visit that’s killing you.
Just spare us
the headache
and chew
with your
mouth closed.
Because we all have our own plate to eat.
No one is asking for seconds.
A spider
spins its web,
and catches
its prey,
no questions asked.
No questions answered.
Soak
your feet
for close to an hour
in hot water
then
peel back
the skin
flaking, like
skin does
dead
after soaking your foot
in hot water
close
to an hour,
then write that way.
black
white
brown
yellow
red
Just colors
until,
we make them more.
Quietly
seated
at rest
with desire
though
still
desirous,
he knows
better
than to
chase
the wind.
No longer
a girl
not yet
a woman
she will
find
her way,
at rest
by the
phases
of
the moon.
Together
they
are bound
by
foolish
pride
in one another,
backstroking
in tune
to the
ever-changing
tide.
Once filled empty space
Packed boxes and scratched wood floor
Dust bunnies waiting
Living life
like a Bright Eyes song
will only get you so far.
At some point
it’s time
to turn the music off.
That’s where
the actual music begins –
that’s when you sing, your song.
E major
works for me,
what works for you is not my business.
Lots of makeup.
Lots and lots of makeup.
To invent the perfect you.
That stuff clogs your pores you know.
Believe it or not.
I wore makeup too.
But nobody told me
it didn’t match my skin tone.
Nobody but a few.
You can’t break a kid’s spirit like that.
It’s unnatural.
But that’s what we do.
That’s what’s beautiful?
I beg to differ.
That’s not the perfect you.
But it’s under there.
Somewhere.
Working harder every day.
Creative bursts,
like drunkard
bar stool
thoughts,
I can actually do something…
That by morning
are swept away,
like confetti
on New Year’s Day.
Words Of An Average White Male 