so much less a child now that i have
pains, brains, fiscal gains, ground-up knuckles
and nothing to show but a few shows
in which i play the fool, part 1
the lover, part 2
and the less-than-human believer
sometimes i walk in new shoes just to
see a new sky, it's weird like that
all the colors are neon on main street tonight
but i can't see two inches past my own two eyes
i am no longer a figment
but i'm not quite real
and it's strange to hear knocking, ringing
beeping and such.
so much less a child now that i am me.
2 comments:
a. i like this title
b. this poem makes me feel like i am you walking down main street. weeeeeeeird
c. my verification for this post is "bilicoid." HAHAHAHAHAHA
omg noah what did they DO to you at breadloaf? teach meeee!!!!!
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