i paid for my 1996 318is BMW, thanks
i can't wait for the day i turn eighteen
i really want to move out and get myself going
i like older people because i'm that mature
i like money, i don't like working for it
i like to sleep a lot, ooops
life without thee imperial and the houseboat sucks
my little brother is my best friend, get over it
i don't really care about much else
I'd like to meet:
someone who i don't have to be confused over
Books:
Sovereign Body
We were a small portion of a generation,
held together with the vibrations of loud music,
stuck together by sticky situations,
molded together with cement like the bricks built around us
strangers, we slipped out of the early awkward banter,
growing into one another, sinking into the time at hand,
making this dilapidated, dirty place into a place of worship,
all shoulder to shoulder, cigarette to cigarette.
When I think about this building, our congregation
melting into the sidewalks,
oozing over the busy downtown streets and evaporating in the heat
I try to forget how separate we can become
and remember all the times that
brotherhood was spelled out in blood, war for one another, and it still
slips into the cracks in the basement walls.
We go back to our other homes with amity and abrasions and for once
an idea of belonging, of selflessness
though the smoke and sickly-sweet sweat has long wound its way into our threads.
We haven’t always overcome,
and this is one degradation we can not defeat,
it is breaking my bones, the thought of its foundation, our foundation,
crumbling,
something we spent so long creating
I’ve never felt better than slumping into the walls that held me,
When I explode, it will explode, in sync
a continuation of my lengthening limbs
on the doorframe, if you look hard enough,
you can see the years I grew nicked away into the wood
Heroes:
everyone who ever made me feel at home
