I would love to go to an open mic night at some pretentious coffee bar, get up in front of everyone, wearing a black sweater, scarf and dark sunglasses, and deliver the following… possibly with a jazz clarinet accompaniment…
The Molting
Rodney sheds his useless skin.
(Dramatic pause)
I shed my useless ideas.
(Exit the stage to the sound of jazzy brush-cymbals and finger-snaps of approval)
My only problem is that I don’t know how long I could keep a straight face and cool demeanor after doing this, as people approach me and compliment my deep poetic insights.
2 comments:
This is an awesome website!! I love reading all of your stuff because alot of it is extremely odd, but makes sense at the same time! Keep it up yo!
Dude, that poem, and the visuals in conjured up are hilarious. I can totally see you doing that.
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