Like drinking water out of mason jars Like reading through fake plastic glass Like dressing in your grandparents bolts of fabric Like holding an unfiltered cigarette Or even better a wooden pipe… Smoke swelling in closed mouths And nostrils blowing in sailboat clouds Down to the next not- Starbucks To sit on a velvet couch with Coral painted nails and a chai in hand... You all can be like this. With no workout clothes and With at least two piercings in your nose You all are like this soon enough. Who gave you the idea to pick up the Ukulele anyway? Who gave you the idea to shave one quarter Of your head?
We all did. We all are a Fleet of individual sameness, A want to stand out from the Cookie- cutter looks, But now we’re all cupcakes With the same story but with Different hooks For hands, snagging the rest Of us along. With your identical twin lipstick And Birkenstock feet. The lack of shock we absorb Gets lonely and depressing. So lets all move to Montreal And French kiss and knit And maybe real soon the Croissants will go stale And it’ll be cool to live In Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan.