The Boy
He puts on a Mingus live album
And weighs in on poster art printed matter and the Black Mountain School
Men create obsessively because of reproductive lack he says
You don’t wanna get pigeonholed in one medium
The tattoo on his sleeve reads all truth/all lies
Homage to a good cinematic event
He moves fast from one thing to the next and you can’t tell if it’s this spread
out disciplinary approach he wants eyes on or the last line from his one act
play he now opens in front of you unconvinced he has enough for the ending
You want him to slow down
Be one of the dark skinny street style boys who just doesn’t care
But the boy really wants to know what you think of his writing and now he reclines and crosses his feet
It is crushingly beautiful when he does that
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