7/5/13

famous

There are so many things I do not say or write, because they are not poetic. When I hold the tip of my finger on the space bar it trembles. It waivers on the road home.

Most kids want to grow up to be famous. They want to rap and wear women like gold chains around their neck. Or they want to point at nothing while they announce the weather. Eventually they'll consider the pros and cons of becoming a porn star. All I want is to live a life of poetry. 

No that's a lie. I want to be on stage. Paid for the look in my eyes.

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