Wow its been such a long road to get here and im so grateful... wait. It hasnt been a long road, its been combating my own laziness and simple clicking a mouse, stroking some keys, and staring this shit.
Fuck, its sad to think of all the beautiful words that escaped my head and where never caught by my conscious and trapped in paper. So much lost..
Any who!
My first blog is a poem i penned in "collage", modeled after a poet that my instructor loved, but I cant remember the dudes name.. I think he killed himself? Either way.
Route 1
A cool breeze bristles my brow,
Going to be a downpour, or
That’s what Florida tries to
Hide from me
As it beams its brightest,
Thinking it can fool me.
Lie to me.
I know
The hottest days turn to the
Wettest nights, like a colored boy
Who spilled the water while
Washing dishes.
Does he mumble Cracker
Through his pursed lips as
I look on,
Pork sandwich clasped between my
Greedy paws, like a dead lover whose
Body was still warm enough, as
If I gave a shit anyway.
I act concerned, hell, even like
There is the slightest care ‘cause of
My moral upbringing, or lack
Of one. But what the fuck do they
Know. Let that mist come and cleanse
This ruby lust from my hands,
And dark pictures from my mind,
As if I wont do it again. And again.
After all, satire is dry, and
I don’t drive a convertible.
