some more poems

here's a couple poems i recently wrote. It seems like I've been thinking about my preteen adolescent years a lot lately. I don't know if it's because I keep getting closer and closer to thirty and it's some kind of subconscious effort to recapture my youth or something. I never really felt like I became an "adult" anyway....aging still baffles me.



1994 is when the shit went down.
I was having a good time in old Chinatown.
Dyed hair and no money to spare.
Just listening to old tapes of the late greats, always s singing the same old tune.
I whistle as I walk under that full Asian moon.
All those crazy kids yelling from behind, "quit bogarting that smoke my friend.
But I couldn't let it go, my heart was still on the mend.
Smashing Pumpkins still ringing in my ears.
How can they still know the depth of my fears.
So beautiful and lonely, this feeling is all I have to hold me.


Let's go sing karaoke or go rollerskating. I want to know what it's like to be young and free.
Can you come and help me sing some Blondie?
I'm gonna get out my Prince wig and dance like Little Nikki
But that ain't enough for this type of city.
I want to go where the sun don't shine and those black leather badasses are all mine.
My hardened heart is yelling for more rock n roll.
Where Elvis is King and there's no one like Jimmie Dean.
It seems so simple but you just can't tell.
If only I had a houndstooth suit and some shiny black boots
But there's so much more to being hardcore.


You walk into the elevator and start to push a number.
Slowly scan the small space as you start to wonder.
Your foggy reflection in those shiny double doors.
You look like a prisoner, you show no remorse.
There's no one left to see, there's no where left to go.
You walk out into the hallway, your steps are soft and slow.
You make up rhymes and try to find your sense of self.
One more thought and one more turn,
There's no right words, no they won't do
But they're all you know,
They used to comfort you.
But now you're all grown up,
No time for silly rhymes, no time for self reflection,
No time for rock n roll, no time for no direction.