ode to insufferable hipsters+their suffering dogs
some vile imposter in there shrill+headslam bellows
ABORT! ABORT! is it fear? hell yes that cocoon lover
will be dust should i become madame butterfly🦋 but i am
stealth i trick my lazymind and say:
guess what? u don’t have to write today!
these pens+papers are just being arranged on the desk
(as hip dogs howl in the alleyways everyfuckingday) so kick back u
lazy bastard +listen to the hounds brayyyyyyyyyyy (or harpoon a few)
stealth poet picks up the pen words fly
or this scenario NO i am NOT moving to a place with whales
i am just jerking spouting off one+the same? quite likely so i trick
that inner pussy and say:
don’t worry u NEVER have to grow or change or suffer or believe
we’ll leave u here on this nice little precipice dear where boredom
ennui +your mother will eat at your liver
Prometheus came to love the eagle
Sisyphus the rock
and u the braying dogs of west queen west
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Up! Pig! On! Faster! On! Adieu! Pig! Yip! Adieu! But
habit is a great deadener. At me too someone is looking, of
me too someone is saying he is sleeping, he knows nothing,
let him sleep on. (Waiting for Godot Samuel Beckett 1954)
Fall 2021 ..waiting for Godot is not all it’s cracked up to be..
songanddancegirl 