Singing one time like all
Clothed eyed people
Rolling their own cigarettes (that’s important)
Shawls and things that only
You know
Certain types of people wear
And the uniforms here are backwards
And you win only if
You stand out, but it’s just running away with people not chasing
Haircuts
Those are important too
Guys pretend not to have one but they let the faces get rough
And forest like
And girls act like caring isn’t a type of flightless bird but
It’s more of a statement maybe

And I thought I couldn’t be a banker because of the
Way I acted
And the way I felt about things like the weather and prostitution
But really
I can’t be a poet
Least of all I can’t be a poet

I must be wrapped swimming in clouds backwards, or something poetic like that
I can’t tell
The difference between
Being a doctor, teacher
A healer, a man that crucifies himself on Wall Street
A serial killer
A starving child
And a fashion guru

Earlier I said this out loud and
Now it’s a poem

( and the words go **** me **** me **** me
and the pages sing **** me **** me **** me)