Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Friday, July 5, 2013

i wanted to write a poem

I wanted to write a poem about sex
but i got nervous and couldn't get the pen up
I wanted to write a poem about rap
but Chuck D in 1988 hates me and A$AP Rocky half-stole a good name only to callously admit how much he loves eating pussy
I wanted to write a poem about death
but they were just a protopunk band in Detroit, 1974
I wanted to write a poem about the drip coming from AC units all throughout St. Loser
but i didn't want refrigerators and fans to hold a protest in response
I wanted to write a poem about free coffee and toilet paper
but i'm afraid my new job wouldn't like being the butt of that joke
I wanted to write a poem about curly red hair between 3 and 4 AM
but no one reads that kind of sap in 2013
I wanted to write a poem about collegetowns in summer
but of an empty place, there is often little to say
I wanted to write a poem about confidence
but i got afraid and went in the alley to smoke reefer instead
I wanted to write a poem about fireworks
but  much like my sister, my favorite ones have always been the poppers, which take no fire and little work
I wanted to write a poem about saving money
and be the first poet to ever have done so
I wanted to write a poem about gentrification
but i got this space instead
I wanted to write a poem about drugs
but i've only done a few, and i promise to never do them again
I wanted to write a poem about fallen trends
but my wristwatch battery went out and the rip in my jeans started growing teeth
I wanted to write a poem about dogs
so i had my friend tattoo one on my chest
I wanted to write a poem about revivialism
but my straw hat blew away and this sun is blazing
I wanted to write a poem about the oldest tree i ever met
but when asked for comment, her agent said, "hey, buy the rights"
I wanted to write a poem about growing up
but it's never too late to have a happy childhood
I wanted to write a poem about outlaws
but they keep changing their names
I wanted to write a poem about addiction
but we all know redhair is caused by sugar and lust
I wanted to write a poem about nothing
but Andy Warhol took a picture of it and sold it for $3,000,000
I wanted to write a poem about something, ANYTHING
but all i got's this lousy t-shirt and some memories i'll never forget

1 comment:

CASINO*TOWN said...

haa this is fuckin jawsome. perchance i'll tell you in person.