I-75 North
i remember being home alone
turning up the music and
bouncing around the room
in bright midwestern afternoon sun
through light curtains
in my city of nostalgia
where i burned my teenage years
thinking i was unhappy
but looking to the future
i smoke against the wind
as grey dusk falls
over the cold north
and the distant hum of the interstate
i want to take a shower
but i can’t see any reason why
maybe the future is further away
than i thought
(late 2005)
This was a gift to me from one of the greatest poets i have ever known. it is her insight into my life at the time (early 2006)
*non conformist lullaby*
never apologize for the state of social anxiety
that led you to this place
accept our ineptitude for recognition
a child prodigy is an illusionary threat
we never promised understanding in the classroom
equating human minds with monkeys
replacing personage with fortunate chemical explosions
prescribed alterations will be your mistress
absorbing like cheap wine and empty capsules
depression is the new old “it”
conviently fatalistic
chill, folks. it’s cool, i can handle this. if you wanna know what it’s about, let your imagination run wild tonight. the very last half conscious thought you have is it. it’s the answer to the emptiness you need to fill. it’s all the love and money you ever needed. if only you could remember it in the morning. peace.
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