I'm glad, since we are all waiting around
like bag ladies at a bus stop
hands full of junk
heads full of where we could rather be
well after the local passerby
know the last bus is gone hours prior,
that we have managed to
coordinate our outfits
and, swatting dust from our knees
and mosquitoes from our ears,
I can say with confidence
that I feel right at home with you
in our gum chewing,
shoe gazing,
day dream.
Bottom of the order,
but between the links of the fence and
fingers tired of practice and
eyes content nonetheless to
watch the locals come and go
this is the top of the day.
original works of parts
What Mike Jones Left Out
"You don't work, you don't eat,
you don't grind, you don't shine."
What those words left out and what separates
the convicted and the play date
is the fact that only so much shine
can come with only so much grind
before the only rest your bones will get
before they're condemned to stars
or no oneness
are the moments thirty hours in, chin on fist
with a notepad on your lap and
the beginning strains of an unfinished
song banging in your head and
half asleep on a day job's john,
doing diligence to the grind
so that maybe you'll find
the right one to shine on and become
the sum of things encased inside
your riot parts crushed against
tape and shield and tear gas,
but maybe
in this life all you'll make on your grind
is chaff and waste and nap times
in public places amidst
if only they knew faces.
Maybe what he meant to say:
"You don't work, you don't eat well,
you don't grind, you seal your own hell."
you don't grind, you don't shine."
What those words left out and what separates
the convicted and the play date
is the fact that only so much shine
can come with only so much grind
before the only rest your bones will get
before they're condemned to stars
or no oneness
are the moments thirty hours in, chin on fist
with a notepad on your lap and
the beginning strains of an unfinished
song banging in your head and
half asleep on a day job's john,
doing diligence to the grind
so that maybe you'll find
the right one to shine on and become
the sum of things encased inside
your riot parts crushed against
tape and shield and tear gas,
but maybe
in this life all you'll make on your grind
is chaff and waste and nap times
in public places amidst
if only they knew faces.
Maybe what he meant to say:
"You don't work, you don't eat well,
you don't grind, you seal your own hell."
Musicality
If the spectacle of Blondie and Cher
have not made life worth living
to this point, I don't know
what it means to truly live.
I thought that was what you said
last night, thumbing through a copy of
grocery store pulp,
your knees tucked up
to ward off my eyes that could not stay
glued to the on air orgasms of
the lady chef with the ham and cheese sandwich
in her mouth and ratings on her mind.
That is so fake.
Everyone knows in their heart
that Pearl Jam
set the bar on life and
every other artist
either hangs from it like beaded curtains
or dead weight.
But, there's nothing else on.
I already checked.
have not made life worth living
to this point, I don't know
what it means to truly live.
I thought that was what you said
last night, thumbing through a copy of
grocery store pulp,
your knees tucked up
to ward off my eyes that could not stay
glued to the on air orgasms of
the lady chef with the ham and cheese sandwich
in her mouth and ratings on her mind.
That is so fake.
Everyone knows in their heart
that Pearl Jam
set the bar on life and
every other artist
either hangs from it like beaded curtains
or dead weight.
But, there's nothing else on.
I already checked.
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