who’s got two thums and a skewed sense of self-worth?

Open mic in Ja­maica Plain

Or­der­ing a Cal­i­for­nia Wrap in Boston
Which comes with av­o­ca­do and ranch dress­ing (ob­vi­ous­ly)
Shar­ing cloves with a stranger I would nev­er meet again
Was this a sim­pler time?

There’s no­body in this house but me and my obsessions
And no one else is go­ing to fix it

If I climb a moun­tain high enough and peo­ple cheer
Is that real love?

Col­lab with me so I can say I knew you be­fore you were famous
And you can say you knew me the way I al­ways was
 
 
 
 
 
 

I have no rec­ol­lec­tion of writ­ing this, but I can tell it’s a dream log be­cause read­ing it caused me to re­mem­ber the dream. Wrestling with my own dumb artist ego seems to be a com­mon theme.

I am sleep de­prived and miss­ing poetry. 👍👎
 

—bwargh von modnar

Flom­mist Bwargh von Mod­nar is. Copy­right © 2019 Bwargh von Mod­nar. Im­age source.‬

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