someday i’ll be too busy to notice the vampires the sun wakes me up and i know who i am maybe the chaos will always be there but i’ll find a way to break it down into mulch and grow pears and herbs and gardenias from what’s left of me it takes a while to accept that the shadows matter and i can’t pretend to know the watermelon lollipop without the tongue that exists only to melt it away to turn it into nothing until all that’s left is a paper stick it might feel like freedom now but it can’t forever i’ll pull down the curtains and never snooze an alarm again the worst thing i can think of is writing the same poem each day for the rest of my life and everyone knowing it but me
'We discovered that one of the strongest links among us was questions about the morality of what we do: when do you press the shutter release and when do you cease being a photographer?' - Greg Marinovich, The Bang-Bang Club: Snapshots from a Hidden War
You ever wanna lick a lollipop? You ever wanna take turns licking the lollipop With your loved one? You ever wanna lick the lollipop at the same time But your loved one shoves the whole lollipop stick and all Down their throat Swallows it Asphixiates on the mere Concept Of ever having licked the lollipop in the first place Let alone the reality that you You, the love of their life, They, the victim of ultimatum Have both licked the lollipop? . . . Have You ever been the lollipop?