Unoriginal Days
they’re spent
searching for a spot on the sun
or i foolishly parade
vague causes
littering the muted city streets
with shredded alumni college magazines
or flailing my sun-burnt limbs
in the middle of a bike lane
gawking at the theatrical, omniscient faces,
mooning the immortal Guthrie playwrights and poets
dreaming of an alternate life in Delaware or Quebec
these foreseen days
congeal, clump, distill
into decent cups of coffee
and omelettes with no butter
listing accomplishments
since graduating college
or dreaming
of alluring dead celebrities
threesomes with Kurt and Jimmy Em
or sinking into that golden, medal lawn
melting into the dank earth
cringing as the grass blades sew themselves into my skin
yes, i wanna fade
can’t you see that’s what i’m doing
