not the american dream:
a true american would never fall this far.
but i have to hold onto
this image-
the phoenix
crawling out of the ashes
of the bridges we burned
rising to glory
by doing the one thing
that got me into this
nails chewed to the quick
stubbed toes, eye leakage
over nothing special
self-pity
is nothing beautiful
morbidity
is low-key
revolt
is commonplace
“more real,
more raw,
more sincere”
don’t demand this of me
(my standards are all too similar,
but i’ll pretend they aren’t
just to spite cliché)
counterculture
still draws upon society
as a photonegative,
a source of injustice
to rebel against
don’t give me structure
rhyme in your own head
hoard punctuation for yourself
don’t give me standards
keep your mouth shut
impress monotony upon your own
my standards are enough for me
–
written m13jun2011.
the prompt: what inspires/influences you?
i’m no good at sticking to prompts.
–
I relate to this – cool poem
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