Wednesday, April 4, 2012

pad #4

I write cuz what comes out of my my mouth unthinking discombobulates me
I write cuz making sense of the world is like being a cartographer
I write cuz my modesty prides itself in having an art that's nearly impossible to make a living off of
I write cuz I'm not as narcisstic as a musician plus I can't sing in tune

They tell me 'Spit poet!'
Well I already spit whenever I talk
like grandma Shirley and Nana, great-grandmother Eve, did
so maybe I can put that saliva to good use
Will I get something off my chest?
Will I change the world just a little bit?

I speak cuz words move things
I speak cuz I'm from Jersey
I speak because egos wrapped in towers of power rarely chose to listen
on their own

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