Photo by Donald Andrew Agarrat, 2004.
Glistening Half-thoughout Thoughts
To the One Who Pleases
If this is the day,
The hour, minute that
All flesh gives way
To photogenic white bone,
Then I want to know
If it's okay to say,
Yeah, this was fun and all,
But just maybe...
Student loans and rent,
Half-done projects,
Being too far from my best friend,
My kid, my that that got me this far,
Balding, flatulence, crow's feet,
Dirty streets, dirtier people, mismanaged kids,
Rats as big as
Your head running thangs
In my kitchen,
Listening to bad Prince music,
Stretching a check till it
Snaps back, severing the neck
I stuck out to get it...
I don't want life to be easy,
Just convenient sometimes.
Maybe useful when near a camera.
That sort of thing.
I hate the idea of entitlement,
But I have put in a lot time
For all you mother fuckers
Still discovering wounds.
This here is an institution.
A man in the mirror,
Asking you to change your ways.
So if a few words,
Edited for clarity,
Make your day,
So be it.
The more I wake up
With a smile,
The more brave I become.
After all, this reality show
is just that, a show.
And this is my reality.
Just remember:
You always
Get what you ask for.
Just remember:
Dreams don't die,
Just dreamers.
And that that's okay.
It really is.