“it is not exactly
right to
label you as
a poet”
and this
is perfect
I sometimes
don’t
wanna be
known
as a human being
usually it’s
a white male
that goes on
a rampage with
his gun
I point this
out and
they laugh
saying they’re
taking off
tomorrow
but I say
you should
know by now
I don’t identify
with the
plight of
the
white male
and smile
it is a smirk
because obviously
I’m thrown in
and my fingernails
grow
it rains
against the grain
opposed to my will
out of control
born as that male
the e.p.
is cracked
when you open it
“let’s hire
the white guy” they conclude
so
by default the job is had
but I’m not with
them
I don’t feel
entitled like them
and I know
our white time
is running out
and my time
is running out
I can
only burn bright
before I
burn away
burn bright – burn away
time
always runs out
my friends
are quickly
becoming
old friends
“let’s do some
catching up…”
friends
becoming parents
I hold this baby
on my lap for five minutes
he gurgles and smiles
playing with
his feet
I go about
part of my day
smelling like that baby
I want to
eat more sandwiches
I want to listen
to more music
I want to listen more
closely
I want the world to
hold a little more still
but I can feel
it shaking up
and shaking loose
and it makes me
not wanna do
any more poetry readings
for awhile
if I’m not
giving my absolute
best any more
then I’ll burn away
burn back in later
(used to call these
stabs at truth
stabs
stabs at whatever
that stabbing motion
the
arm jerked back out)
pain is felt
in the smallest nooks
joy
comes easily
heart
snap
plane
flown
small boy
freestyles
over beats
thrown
an orange
glow
the heat held
in the fire
hidden desire
worn
on sleeve
pinned to
shirt
snap
snuck in
walked home
climb stair
stair another stair
check mail
customer utilized
telephone to contact
company providing service
“hello, are you sure
you can
provide this service?”
“yes quite positive
and wish for you to
please hold while
we transfer you
because we are massive
and contain
many subdivisions
your patience
is fantastic to us
tell us what
we can do for you
and we’ll
hurry along
you’re our blood
we are the ones
to get it done
not the other guy
we’re the males
we set
this shit up
and you
can see it
all running
can’t you?
caucasian clockwork
we live on
Kirby and
other places
where cars
get keyed…”
guilty
of being…
born
born into this
can’t
help it
kid is like
please advise,
the other
says it’s all
a slip up
maybe ya gotta
start
living for others
when we
start making ourselves sick…
enough
answers fall
out of
the information age
“thank you for
your patience…”
yeah, well…
we’re waiting
for the Action age
take it soon
take a sip of that
driven
direct
action
active
again
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