A Half Page
This page ripped
in half, it's mine.
It's what I have
to be grateful for
while I feel
depressed as hell,
the part of the paper that's missing,
It's why I want to feel
A gas pedal beneath my feet
see mountains out the windshield
And breakdown-
breakdown in some place
I've never heard of
and pet the goats there.
All this time I'm screaming, sacred
my vocal chords shake
with R&B lyrics
my eyes change from gold
and light green to dark depths
black.
The accidental boredom
of not amounting to enough
in the year of 2017
and being incapable of
holding a job but
perfect at bringing a smile
to someone's face.
If I can say anything
It's that I have to be good
at something. Not this.
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