distant poet
Posted: September 19th, 2018, 12:32 pm
reading his words
the genius born from being
on the outside from day one
a lonely wanderer with a huge
tormented heart and a prophetic urge
to connect...
some people just don't fit
the proverbial round peg
searching far and wide
for a round hole, but all
you find are the god damned squares
the unperceptive zombies
that walk in and out, like
they're walking onto a movie set
the apricot scarf type with fake tans
and extra white teeth that glow in the dark
and they can't see you, even
when you're in their way, and so
you pull out your pen and your junk mail
envelopes to conserve notebook paper, and you
pour it out, again and again, night after night
and the catalog of broken dreams would grow
'tween those moments of brilliant humor
and biting observations, and I'm reading
your life like never before, and I wish you
were still here, so we could make some trouble.
the genius born from being
on the outside from day one
a lonely wanderer with a huge
tormented heart and a prophetic urge
to connect...
some people just don't fit
the proverbial round peg
searching far and wide
for a round hole, but all
you find are the god damned squares
the unperceptive zombies
that walk in and out, like
they're walking onto a movie set
the apricot scarf type with fake tans
and extra white teeth that glow in the dark
and they can't see you, even
when you're in their way, and so
you pull out your pen and your junk mail
envelopes to conserve notebook paper, and you
pour it out, again and again, night after night
and the catalog of broken dreams would grow
'tween those moments of brilliant humor
and biting observations, and I'm reading
your life like never before, and I wish you
were still here, so we could make some trouble.