Ra ra riot
Took over the dressing room
Before we got there
All of my age came over me
A mountain of lost battles
A thousand defeats
The cool kids in school
I was never one and even
After when I had a chance to change
That. To hollow the rules
Wear the clothes and cut my hair
And play the part I refused
I picked the side no one was on
And here I was so afraid of
Not getting picked again. Had
Them kicked out and listened
To their myspace page
Condemning their music
Which wasn't bad
The cello player was so beautiful
And I am so old
And no one will come to see
Me except for people I despise
And now
I'm in the van under a building
Inside the ocean
Alone
Having brushed its teeth. My heart, its
red lips covered with colgate
Licks the blood off the floor
Of its cage
7 comments:
I've returned to that last image like six times in the last 24 hours
How does one go about obtaining an original piece of your artwork?
Wow...thanks for sharing your lovely poems. Deep in thought after this one. Mine feels at the bottom of the ocean right now too.
Makes me want to hold you and whisper reassurances.
glad to hear you hate the people at your shows too ... i've seen the caged ness of late. reminds me of this gorilla i saw once at barcelona zoo. cage too small. all glass. people banging, yelling. sad. and beautiful. and interesting. and true.
This poem is so powerful.
you are wonderful Bob, and so deep in my heart.
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