on the rise (have some fun) (poetry)
Perhaps I have started at first underwhelming and dull,
a final attempt at levity,
without any logic behind it.
Maybe some saw something in me,
but only superficial imitators.
A pretty strict regimen like a spoiled child:
what is this feeling clogging the flow of ideas?
Not written to treat or cure teen angst
guilt guilt guilt guilt
driven by trend and technique, geometrically increasing pressure, staring at the ground, clutching sweaty cocktails, sadness spreads through, tenacious, persistent, guilt guilt guilt guilt, nightmares for company
a mysterious ailment, drowned because they were too ugly
but then art,
always trying to see behind the facade of stories for straight viewers,
queer grabs you
boy-girl hunter-gatherer half-lyrical half-furious,
exploring your wounds, making other valuable items,
finding your purpose
and you hold it all in, alone
I'm naked,
just how you do so many things on the beach
the best thing for a fever is to sweat it out, they say.
while the future is being forged,
one-size-fits-all-answers linger
still simple pleasures