All Animals Are Beautiful
i am not a beatnik
ive been called hipster
i am not a caucasian
blood type O positive
I live in the house i was raised in
i destroyed it and rebuilt it
the discovery of my identity
i hit my head on dirty hardwood floors
and became awake
i held on and took the hit
i got high and drank a lot
dont make me tell you
when i explain things
people have the same responses
most of the time
thats okay
its in a poem
my catharsis was not a hobby
i face the demons on concrete sidewalks
used ancient medicine
questioned my thoughts
stared long and hard into the truth
my entry was not at random
but probably it was
this was not my concern
i reflected on ego
fate and this carousel
all animals are beautiful
all wearing a saddle
i went back inside
lightning doesnt strike twice
isnt impossible
a giant meteor theory sounds good
theyre all gona want to know
what this all really means
i blame it on poetry
and f* you
shame
lol
if I wasnt such a romantic
this writing would be disgusting
i have nothing to offer but true love
infatuation with the chemistry in communication
my words finding a way to unite our souls
blending our person
a paradox in science that happens daily
catching my feels
laughing
i am accepting all grievances
pardoned without a hearing
no slight
im harbored amidst my eloquence
building my tender heart a fortress
telling myself a get away
soothing my curiosity
drinking from the dew drops
i like when dawn is early
traffic is always early
wishing our minds would hurry
making room for more
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