there were these gargoyles on the side of the avenue
butting thier heads at the start of each conversation
I’m part of this new nation, see
we like each other for being one another
and not somebody in the crowd
Daniels here, he has a 401k retirement and doesn’t give a damn about the present
he’s only 14.
Lilah is 25 but she smokes on the weekends
and Laurie likes to write.
The summer went fast enough
and the grass on the farms just keeps on growing
and the time keeps on slowing
and the car keeps on going
and the love all keeps showing
why, I think I was at the curb yesterday
Wishing you wouldn’t come around.
but when you did,
I just had to ask you and the rest of the town
“What am I supposed to say about you?
(or about most of us)
what do I say
about the way a head is held proudly,
supposed to be happy.
Why am i always filled with the boasts
the unusual cowards
the ones that are a mix of fascination
can you tell me
what emotion am i expected to feel?
What the hell do you expect me to feel?!”
Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry