I wanted a big funeral.
I wanted to be remembered by thousands.
I wanted a full plate of many talents.
I have done well to make that so,
Becoming something with the breadth of an ocean
With the depth of a river creek.
It’s not what I bargained two decades for.
I close the door to the four floors where my tutorial.
From here on in, Imperial Decline used to take place there.
The stone and starry Monday night was riddled with penultimate milestones.
I will evict my inner fascination with the box everyone wants me to step into
From the corners of my utterly beautiful mind.
“Please forgive my foolishness.
I’m getting over a bad breakup with my masculine side.”
“Can I get a hell yeah?” I proclaim,
I need a response to know I’m not a shit stain
I get it again, they give me a chant
And I suppose at this point I really can’t faceplant
I keep losing great people like the things in my pockets,
And I don’t know how to miss them till I feel the hollow space.
The 1 AM return across George Street
Is becoming as familiar as not feeling my face on the way back.
How in the hell did I sweat through two different shirts tonight..?