Instant Classics

so much to say in such a short time, so much life squashed down into the head of a pin & smashed away as quick as it came in, left outside for someone else to find but so goes the walk of a person possessed, a person perplexed & dead set without rest, without a fear of death, without the need for anything less than a place to be, a place to eat, a place to stand on one’s own two feet--- so hard to get in a world of thieves, so hard to rise when the hand is on your face, but it’s the challenge that makes, it’s the insult that infuriates, it’s the fist clenched down beside when you’re forced one more day to squeeze out that fake smile & it all gets thrown up into a succulent swirl, because to be able to keep on throwing fists is to be able to keep on running with that very same focus, the thing that makes you, the thing that takes you wherever you want to go & despite whatever the critics say, despite whatever your enemies conjure up, such a mindset is kindling for a decadent memory, regardless if you churn out another penny or become a household name.