rip off and busted egos not face but kind of wrist.

this is how it starts.
six maybe seven tracks and neosporin,
nasal spray and cigarettes.
i sing to you like no one is watching
and in that moment i love myself for it
even though the windows are down and
i am out there in the sense that the scensters
and flairwolves and bros and pros can hear me
as they walk by on their way to whatever it is they
are looking for.

i like car talks and the present
because its a gift and the future
because i like weeks and weaks
and friends and not friends and
flavors and finals but not taking them.

enter the past:
dangerous and dark and grey.
a place that takes the wind out of
sails in dreams and pulls ankles down
when i knew i could fly.

ankles that are too thin and worn
and need five thousand calories a day to keep
up with the weight that can so easily
be lost when the brain moves like my
forty seven-seventeen legs.


nothing poetic about battling.
mustache versus flairwolf
versus you and me and us
and them and prius and prithem.

words that i want to say cant be
put on paper because i dont know
how to say them, or worse, begin
spell them.

ego battles eggos and legos and
robots that i used to build when
wearing a mask wasnt even an
issue let alone an option.

nothing rhymes and im okay with that.
do you hear me? im okay with everything.
im okay with my roomates meeting soulmates
and im more than okay with all night dance parties
and pretending not to laugh because if i didnt pretend
my face would hurt from smiling so much as of late.
because of you.

my shoulders are as narrow as most of your world views
but who am i to judge as i cant even draw iraq from memory.
i am destined to be peter pan the lion tamer but wendy loved
him and he had a much better time than men in suits and suits
and men and men in general. give me my narrow shoulders;
it just gives me an excuse to be a boy.

this is how it is: somewhere along the way i fell...
im not sure how or why or for what reasons but
when i did you came to rescue me. and even if i turned
down the ride i just might love you someday for that.