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act your age (w/ morgan d. hafele)
by Gabriel Ricardthere is a right to passage
something that i missed
on the way to growing up
bombarded by magazine covers
and celebrity envy
we used to stand in the crowd
like every other dirt bag pair of friends out there
waiting for just a little taste
of a little something
now i couldn't tell you why
i remember being raised with this promise in my head
but you taught me most promises
are just lies waiting to happen.
we used to have adventures
and i still can't seem to figure out
what changed
-Well I broke my legs and neck
a few dozen times that one summer.
-That would certainly change a person.
-An actor would have to start writing his own material
because the famous stuff just wouldn't cover it anymore.
-Maybe I didn't change. Maybe you just got a job
behind my back
and started liking all kinds of faggy department store
rock and roll.
maybe i did change. i don't know.
the mirror plays cruel tricks when
you're not looking
and goddamn did it have a go on you.
i never noticed myself until
just now -
6 shots of dirty dreams and a
heavy dose of harsh reality later
you're sitting in church again
thinking about playboys and football -
how boring you really were
always along for the ride
never willing to drive
-At least I know how to read,
motherfucker.
-It’s not like I don’t remember
getting high in your bunker that served
as the largest collection of picture books
ever assembled.
-Being illiterate ain’t so bad.
Krusty The Klown can’t read,
and he’s had a pretty good career.
-You used to dance away from car accidents.
Did you ever think of going pro with that?
07/29/2010 Author's Note: My parts are indicated with a "-". Another one written alongside the hopelessly weird, insanely talented morgan d. hafele. As always it was entirely too much fun.
Posted on 07/29/2010
Copyright © 2024 Gabriel Ricard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/01/10 at 01:56 PM The first line sets the tone and in a way sums up the whole poem. How often we were sold the dreamworld and then learned - we thought - all the stuff we had rights too. But as your poem describes - it is part of the passage. Isn't it weird "after all these years" to cross paths with another one just as weird as you who was making it on a parallel course? Very cool poem and collab. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/02/10 at 03:21 PM Yes, knowing both your styles, I definitely see differnces, but done in such a smooth way, the stitching of stanzas and ideas is seamless. Being a big fan of mirror imagery, I love this stanza: "maybe i did change. i don't know. the mirror plays cruel tricks when you're not looking and goddamn did it have a go on you." I especially like how this captures the realization that we all go through one or more times in life, that the bond of friendship or even love with someone else is no more. Excellent teamwork!
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