I say every day through the gestating silence
of my thoughts underwater
that I’ll not be someone to something’s
ivy league fodder
but a daughter
who cares what alma mater
I’ll educate myself as the blowfish takes on the plump melon cheeks
of someone who isn’t afraid to smile
I’ll walk a mile if only to put an extra digit
on the speedometer of my big black boot’s soul
live outa my car without a guitar
but a singer-songwriter chorus rolling over my lumpy skull
I hope they deplore us
Us against It, like winter and a thick warm coat
the sheep skin eyes like flies can lay eggs on my cold leather sleeve
but it’s a barren place
and what I say grows

03/01/2012

Posted on 03/01/2012
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