People come into life a soft fluffy laughness
and they get fucked over or just plain fucked
When I was young I dried right up into a brittle shell
and I longed for a literary device to save me
My favorite was redemption
but it never happened
and I just got hard as nails
and a thousand years later I turned into a diamond
and then I bought a moped.
I’d lost the mayoral election so I’d gotten drunk on that bottle of whiskey dad had given me the Memorial Day weekend before he died. He never did buy me that moped though, like he’d promised. Of course I realize now it wasn’t because of some strange meanness, we just didn’t have the money. And I was a shitty brat of a kid. He’d given me everything plus the shirt on his back and I never thanked him. Or told him that I loved him.
So I stripped off all my clothes and stole a moped. It was a late summer evening, everything felt like a hard rock video ballad done in slo-motion.
I rode up and down the streets, yelling at the houses, “My mind is a nail that has turned into a diamond.”
“I loved my father,” I cried.
A few people wandered out and lined the street, life some half assed parade. And the music built and the sun exhaled, blowing out the light in everyones mind, in other words I then proceeded to play the coolest guitar solo ever and my heart and mind fucked each other in a nearby tree.
I then realized there is redemption in death and was freed.
