Monday, May 30, 2011


I wrote this the other day, actually. On the bus. Yeah, bus poetry.


The world is too full
of pale men with short dark hair
white shirts and
sullen faces

Buy hats, young men, or
grow your hair long

You should hide the angry cutting
lines of your cheekbones
Grow a beard


Wear tie-dye

The clean-cut look is wrong if you are angry
Get your hands dirty
Be a revolutionary
Die for a cause

If you are happy, though,
Wear bright colors
Be free

Do not stalk me, pale men
with your same sullen face
and same white shirt

I am done with you.

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