Crackle reckless cackle
Spatula
Blind spots
Missed memories
Sunshine mama’s el sombrero
Get the money
Paint on the floor
A cut out on the wall
You’re not looking at the best
Just the lucky survivors
Got one year
One year of losing it
Matisse on the toilet
Happy Grandma Beyoncé
At a certain time
Everyone on the train
Is ugly.
At a certain time
Everyone on the train
Is beautiful.
Cold bricks and widened sidewalks
The games of not there
Still there
Lost hats and scarfs
All the pain
The finger that points
All of the tears
The texting while driving
The cool not cool
My graffiti is prettier
Than your graffiti
The underwear vs.
The outwer wear
It’s all worth it
The light is worth it
The smiles
The warm forehead
The cold morning
Sounds of early trash trucks
Little farts under the covers
I swear to fucking god
It’s all worth it
Every second.
Every asshole
Every smile
People just walk right past you
It’s all beatiful and worth it
I swear
You’ll see
This life can change you
Into something whole
You’ll see.
You will.
(This poem was originally recited on December, 2 at Shea Stadium in iBrooklyn, New York)
Schwervon! 