Seasons Change/Lost Artists

We don’t get made we get mad.

We don’t get sad we forget.

We don’t get lonely we upload.

We don’t get even we just sit.

 

Preposterously angst-y flannel coated, fake hat over heady miss-matched brains, out of touch so much.

The 90’s called.

So much.

So much.

Just don’t touch me.

 

Driving us to pains- to pass out.

 

Pulling fingernail with tooth, fighting hand over fist.

Breaking it loose for blood to spit.

Something is amiss.

Eating good.

Shit.

 

Economically fucked, economically sound-Minneapolis;

-Entrepreneurs of the 2012 great depression; a making-it-happen obsession.

We bounce back, and they hire those who have not learned the lesson.

 

We talk a lot, but we don’t do much about it.

-We talk a lot, and we mean it.

 

Flying a sign on Franklin, or Lyndale, Or Downtown.

 

Figuring an accurate positive slogan…

Give me a moment…   Give me a moment…

 

A deal is a deal, I am fired if I am late.

I show up at 8.

I work the day.

I go home with a headache and nothing to show.

My rent does not go down like the girls I know.

 

Slumped in chair, pit of despair.

But I’m smilin’, not faking about it.

Not like the others.

 

We don’t have it so bad.

 

Where minimum wage gets you laid and keeps you out of the cold.

(It could just be the writing.)

Stockings hang to dry because the dryer costs a quarter more than budget.

 

Where minimum wage gets you tossed into the public.

We talk proper to out do the others in the lower class.

(They still ask for me at the bar.)

 

I come from fancy trailer in a valley in Houston County, to hanging out alone downtown in an alley.

To fashioned atop the flashiest bike you’ve ever seen in your life.

To rocking a knife-about to stab you with it.

 

I’ve met beggars, squatters,

Straights, and thieves.

 

But what I get out of all of this is the sleep I absolutely need.

 

And we all get:

Just precious boredom.

People just not trying.

Everything sounds the same.

 

Except for Lying.

Except for Lying.

 

Life is so much fun!

 

And most ask:

If I wasn’t surrounded by dumb people how would that make me look?

I guess the lack of entertainment around me makes me more interesting?

 

Praise to those interesting few.

Praise to those who try and remain on top of their game.

 

We have education, time, ambition, and creativity, but what we lack is heart.

I see it everyday Downtown.  I see it everyday walking around.

Lost Artists.

 

 

 

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