Show Poem: June 15, 2017 KC, MO @ Riot Room w/ The Sluts + Thunderclaps #poetry 

While splashing back
The last flat drops
Of Miller Lite
Against your sour throat
Don’t forget
To be beautiful

Smelling the old encyclipeadias
Raising the lawnmower wheels
Pulling the Velcro straps
On your laceless sneakers

While squeezing out the
Final gritty contents
Of your tooth past tube
Don’t forget
You are beautiful

We seek.
We sell.
We accumulate.
We benefit and exclude
Sometimes our friendships
Cause famine
Sometimes our friends’ mothers
Become our friends

Praise a rubber Jesus
Streak your eyes with teflon
Grill yiur teeth with mirrors
Throw another book on the pile:
“Practical problem solver”
“How to do just about anything”
“The duck commander family”

How many stuffed animals
Brought us here?
How many crossbows and
Hackneyed rock ‘n roll careers?

We all feel things
Inside our shoes
We learn to live with those feelings
Holes in our socks
Broken heels
Runny masquera
Gum on the deck
No toilet paper in the stall

The lighting is not the beauty
Unless, it is.

We are all taking the crash course
In Show Business.
We learn the tools
We seek control of the story.
We sleep with the awareness.
Graduation is being there

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