I felt biking up hill today fairly alive And then I sit in stuffy dormrooms or walk through hallways I crouch at desks to copy and paste old thoughts I jog from toilet to shower to make it to class on time And still I am three minutes late, like I Wrote in my little notebook that “I have to stop Letting my desire for something supersede my feelings for the individual people in my life” But even as I wrote it Pissingdrunk against the side of my friend’s pink house I didn’t know what I meant, scribing only So that I could figure it out later: What the hell I meant by ‘desire’ What the hell I meant by ‘something.’
I felt biking up hill today fairly alive And then I’m called upon to have opinions, To finish my homework To take out the trash Or To define ‘desire’ To define ‘something’ And then to flip the supersedence around, Yes I am called upon by myself and myself only So I’m not gonna finish my ******* homework today. I’m gonna let the trash continue to rot. I’m gonna define ‘desire’ as a product of rational society And I’m going to define ‘something’ as the oppressor class And I will fly past these nets Like a proud and bold Icarus to Sit on my bike
Remaining and lingering As I move through temporal space.
And then I will love. I will be loved. I will be subject. I will be humanized. From an axiological point of view, Anyway.