Two Poems
I
Got myself
A little notebook
To tell the difference
Between ideas of my own
And the ones pushed inside me
I
Got myself
An easy drug
Works nice and quick
Just like the old days
I forget my body and soul
I
Got myself
A golden flower
Sweet rebel in stone
Coming up through the cracks
Bright sun held by green cord
I
Got myself
A new mask
To cover the old
Layers of facade now exposed
Who was this before the lies?
I
Got myself
Something from beyond
That none can understand
I play loud and bright
But nobody sees or hears me
I
Don't get
Myself
These are not your people
They might be kind
They might smile when they see you
They might remember your name, but
These are not your people
These are not my people
"Outsider, outsider, outsider"
You never had to say it
It was in where you looked
Who you heard
What you said
All too small for real accusation
These are not my people
You are not my people
Ran a razor across my leg
Just to see what you might say
(Nothing worth remembering)
You were lying
On the dorm lawn in each others' arms
I wanted to sit in the road in front of you
Legs crossed
And make you watch me die
You are not my people
You are not my people
And I hate you
You are not my people
And I love you
You are not my people
...We still on for drinks Friday?