Poem for my 30th Birthday
Yesterday was #NationalPoetryDay so I banged out this ditty in bitter anticipation of turning 30 at the end of this month. Enjoy.
Something 30
Not saying that domestic terrorism
exculpates this anxiety — because it doesn’t.
Quite the opposite, really.
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Cause watch how our tusks lock
with vested stock on the table
next to my copy of “Black American Psycho.”
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Yes, engaged prospects attribute high
growth throughout the last decade but
turning 21 in Toledo, Spain was a mistake.
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You want a clearer metaphor? How about
Circulo de Arte — a church-turned-discoteca —
frequent target of arson in my dreams?
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We must retweet praise! Sucking
cock is nothing to be ashamed of thanks to the
shifting cultural winds
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one rides through New York or
Chicago, hell even Cleveland!
All the while dodging TSA’s
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watchful eye, which has sleuthed my
underwear on at least 73 occasions yet
remains blind to this birthday’s ambitions.
