Photo by Fally Afani
Eyes on the wall
Shooting your mouth
Touching it doesn’t
Give you power
It feeds the fear
I know you want to touch it
But It messes up the painting
For everyone else
It took me years
To imagine myself as cool
Without a cigarette
Walking the stairs
Tasting the gun
Don’t worry
Forgetting the perfect lines
Are just steps in the right direction
The movies aren’t Even close
The entertainment
Inside the thunderdome
Has a rating scale
All it’s own
Also
Stop caring about all the lying
Everybody lies
They’re like leaves
It’s more important to not eat donuts
Truth or Dare is a game you
Play in Middle school
Propaganda
Is not boot camp for adulthood
Fucking well is only fifteen percent
of your happiness
Most of us live in blankets and sheets
On a cold day
We mistake them our wings
Sometimes
So cold, we can almost feel the stars
They burn tiny marks
Into the skin.
The sky does a lot
From a distance
useless to us
now
You and I
We are close
We do things
For real
Real close
(This poem was originally recited on January 10, 2015 at The Bottleneck in Lawrence, KS )
Schwervon! 