college, jobs, cars & parties

People seem amazed once they get to know about my life
how uninteresting it is.
I like how uninteresting it seems.

Seems are however, seamy.

life has a way of being life
without college, jobs, cars & parties.
without a yellow brick road.
without imaginary friends
who love me
and value my opinion like it is sacred
and look like tin men.

I have never met a cowardly Lion.

there has been very little in this life, that has been
primly paved, & made for me.
With scare crows that wave at me and say

"Well! HI THERE!"

smiley faces :)
do not exist in the final draft of my life. :(
and there is no due date, (?-?-?)
just an expected date to return. (?-?-?)
whatever that means. (?-?-?!!!!!)

Nope.

 This "life" guy... he sneaks up, finds you and says

"SUCKA!"

and sock'em-bops you.

Just like those infomercials
you secretly wished
you were cast in.
Just so you could have those damn sock-em-boppers
red and blue
big, inflatable, face-doom.

fuck our own hands, THOSE ARE WHAT'S UP.

ALAS,
plastic hands are plastic hands.
and if you slice them, they'd deflate.
that's the difference.
our hands,
they bleed.


This soul searching.
It's a gift I've been given.

thank you world.

I say it again.

thank you.

I've been silently stewing
on memories I've left brewing
for years and years.
And if I expect to know anything
about anyone
I'd sure like it to be me.
For I am responsible
for love.
And that is precious.