i wish i could just hold it all in and be cool
have a liscense plate that said
i wish i could write existential think pieces
or well reasoned treatises.
my treatises are so fucked up and twisted and gnarled and bitter and foulmouthed and rotten
i love this city and im always trying to run from it
when i read a book i’ll stop before its over
because i want some left over surprise of goodness
saving it for rainy day
but if ever there was a rainy day
i wish i liked todays sounds
herbal teas and balance.
drove these two kids from their homecoming dance at a hotel to a dennys on crenshaw, two black kids, adorable and smart. they asked me my age and gasped when i told them.
they asked but how
and i said, fast food and white girls
and sipped from the straw of my extra large coke.