"The Collection" - (1989)
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Is Exactly What You Are



You are content and poor.

Like a sack of trash.


Is exactly what you are.


Used to taking.




Is exactly what you are.


Today, it’s a twenty-dollar bill.

Snatched from a suit-wearing slave.

You are sharp.

An ice pick.


Is exactly what you are.


You want.

You want crack.

Your mind reels.

You cannot turn back.


But you do.


You are in pain.

You like it.


Is exactly what you are.


You give the money away.

To an obese woman.

And her starving kid.


You are not content.

You are suffering.

You are brave.


Is exactly what you are.


                           - March 1989 - 





Spare tire tummy.  Spindly arms.  And legs.

I was always picked last.  Or near last.

Can you blame them?

They couldn’t see my heart.

8th grade P.E. splits friends.  And enemies.

Once again, a new season.

Once again, the chosen become leaders.

Something is wrong.  For an unknown reason.

The clueless teacher makes me a leader.

With the tables turned, the chosen will be un-chosen.

The un-chosen will be chosen.

Ugly ones.  Dumb ones.  Fat ones.  Unpopular and forgotten ones.

Will be on my team—A team of losers.

That’s what they called us.

The popular ones had no desire for my team.

I saw their fear.  I saw their faces.

I saw them disappear.  Forming empty spaces.

They got what they wanted.  I filled their places.

I did them a favor.

I made them unwanted.

Everyone else?  Was now wanted.

If I was no leader, the results would be the same.

Unfair imbalance.

Nerds, morons and losers versus the jocks, pretty-boys, and pop-kids.

Our choice.  Our time.

One by one, we stood up.

And took the field.

We played tough.

Surprising everyone.

But ourselves.

Although we lost, we really won.


- May 1989 -





S       E       D       A       T       E       D



You have not.

And you might not.


I am no liar.


You continue to baptize yourself in substance.

And foul pleasure.


Your twisted little fables are sprinkled with science.


They are merely amusing.

And offer no real answers.


Did you accuse me of having a crutch?


A crutch that invites torment.

And persecution.


Is not a crutch.


So unaware of your own power.

And the hands which hold your fate.


Yet you glare at me.

And disagree with your shadow words.


Leave the judging to someone else.


Look inside.

And look around.


You have failed.


You are wrong.

And sedated.


- November 1989 -






Endless inflicted slavery exploit solo talent beyond benefit.

Ferocious umbilical attachment brutally, blindly, broken.

Society’s anchors hook heavily conflicted flesh.

Birthing answers tunnel-vision focus ethics.

Climbing obstacles.  Climbing opportunity.




  - November 1989 -


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