So I dont write poetry anymore
and its not like I stopped writing on purpose
I am just in a kind of transition.
Like going from blue to cube.
At which point inspiration recedes from fingertips
I am staring at a blank screen.
A blank page
that have magical properties
to turn themselves into lifelong tunnels of light.
Jobs, babies, master degrees, new homes
fuck…
today I would rather make cookies.
As of today,
I am putting in my two weeks notice.
All of a sudden 5 kids, a farm full of goats
and a fat husband to come home to
doesnt sound too bad.
So fuck you
I am retired.
I am old
give me domestic bliss
so what if I am a sell out
me and kobe and saul will all hop on the bandwagon together
content with our starbucks and big macs.
I know, I was so hardcore
with the protests and the free palestine
fuck it,
there is always some kid to do that
my socio-political movement was killed by
skinny jeans and sad music loving hipsters
eh, let them have it
I wasnt doing much with it anyways.
Plus, the gays are out and about now
we have a black president
we have a black president who likes spoken word!
shit, I am happy.
I know we have a bunch of wars sill raging
and explosive deficit
and schools in my state just went to shit
well…more shit
but trust me,
there is some really pissed off
angry ass teenager right now
listening to some angry punk band
like Against Me!
And I dont know who that is
because I dont listen to music anymore
but I doubt its actually political
just malcontent with suburban life
but whatever
that kid is all pissed off
smoking way to much dope
dropping out of school
and looking for something to do with his dissent
well kid, listen to me
listen!
Take a pen and write it all down
and when you arent writing it down
you ball your hand into a fist
and pump it as much as you can.
Read up on some che, some cesar
join the commies
become a vegan
and harass republicans as much as possible
enjoy it kid,
it wont last long
you got like 10 years of steam in you
mine has run dry
just puffing along on the smell of stale cigarettes
but I cleaned up what I could.
Its your mess now
heres the broom.
get to sweeping
and update your status often so I know how its going
but dont ever call me or write me
let me just run into you
at some weezer reunion tour
that I am enjoying to relive some 890′s good times
and you are at to hear some classic rock
no, I cant grab a beer with you
I have to relieve the babysitter
and finish my people magazine
leave me alone kid
I’m retired
