Brian Martin Poet Free verse

Where You At

Whats wakened this poor poets heart
not a meager start......
no, that wouldn't roust him from his den
..... perhaps, a meager end
 let's pretend
destiny is ours to tend....

the internet has handed the world
to us arm chair god's and
monday morning quarterbacks
legends of the keyboard
who can't even fill our own sneakers
Hey, but I'll shoot for the stars and higher
who are you to call me a liar

        media dj keep me spinin'
        this records titanium
        and you all just hatin'

        we got girls and boys tradin' out clothes
        see which one's fit 'em
        swappin' all the parts and piece's
        whatever please 'em

        where your popsicle smiles at
        keep holdin' 'em up
        a tootheless one ain't so glam

I can't look at you anymore
T.V.'s/ mirrors
tinted windows outside
old dept. stores
No more glass
No reflections

just give me sand
and paper
so I know my feet are touching the ground
and my heart
my thought
 touching the pen

There I am

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