i am the rock star of poetry
every line a distortion riff
a collage of sonic boogiefuck
thumptruck tiresqueal
i can play the music of these keys
strum a vernacular tune
verbalize the melody of distance
solo
passagewaystuesdaysraindropsbellyflopspooltables
hatracksjargonandfastbacksdelroyaluishiousonthefront
porchbeggingwhilegrannydancesappleswithabucktooth
dragonpeterpuffingpipesmokebeforedinnerandawheel
spokefacinatetoillustratetheballistradinsideofus
you see me in leather pants and a feather
boa kick spinning the mic stand as i recite my
post-giveafuck odes. nose rimmed red from all
the speed i need to do 377 shows a year...
late night bar photos of me and my entourage
and my drop-dead gorgeous girl...
the cover of rolling stone... smokin' a joint
dressed like ziggy stardust, pouty lips mocking
the whole world... article inside by moi, the
best...
the rock star of poetry...
then maybe if i ever lose my mind and my personalities
split... we can get together in the future, like
the eagles and fleetwood mac
and the sex pistols... do a reunion tour.
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Birth sign: Taurus
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