Thursday, June 19, 2014

Dubito

Some thoughts bleed deep into these streets like raw meat
Soap scum of good intentions undone by the stink of flesh in heat
Reap the seeds of trees before they can creep toward the sun
We crave to be numb then flood our veins with feelings
Sawed off shot guns
And the shells
Hells we make for ourselves encapsulate a welling up of hope
Questions, interjections, emotions like tugboats pulling terms like also
Even though, who knows… 
Afloat along songs sung behind doors flung 
Dusty carpets out of antique stores
Ideas too age when paraded around, sanded down, or marinated
With too much praise ignored by bored borders scored with sores
Sage advice waged against the weight of loan debt
Grad caps fall back down
Even if our young adulthood hasn’t quite hit the ground yet
So absorb this concept quick, get bit like horse shit lifestyle revelations
From the espresso-sippin’ hipster babies to the CEOs runnin’ nations
All the pale folk gather in a square, stay fair, unfair
Never dare recognize with our bright blue ignorant eyes
Catch me by surprise with any mention of pretension
Like humanity was a sunburnable invention
Hackin’ trees like beats, we beat down
But don’t mean our own presumptions
Men of earthenware expectations, crackpot assumptions

Why we battle each other, our mothers, not nature, and hate ourselves
Rather let’s gather as many lights as we are able
Remember to let you pick the menu not just sit at the table
Maybe unstable, each leg set up on wild whims
Beginning to concede your needs are sorely underachieved in meeting
And time can’t close the doors that history keeps beating

But if I believe in anything, maybe anything believes in me
And if my past is a labyrinth I ain’t havin it with these minotaurs
Minicars crashin the ashen lanes of bashful brains
Where do I stop and you begin
And wherefore is the line, why I resign my mind’s bolder sin
Shades of tethered thin skin, illuminate
Backlit wounds we can’t exaggerate
I’ll age in my madness, rage out of cages built in sadness
Devote the tragic to magic habits
Like “love one another” and “give peace a chance”
Dance, dance Ponyboy

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