Sh*t & Rainbows

SHIT & RAINBOWS

When you discuss musicians it’s always
“I liked their earlier work”,
And with superstar actors it’s always
“He used to be good,
now he’s a jerk”

Well as a poet I refuse to let time steal my creativity
Like the fake plumber who scammed his way to the Mona Lisa,
See tha,
Transgression
I endured for years
Was,
Well,
Interesting...

And even if I’m boring now,
Getting fatter, slower, older now
Hair line receding like Dracula slicked back now,
Even if I sound like a droning miserable adult at a day job now

I’ll always be a storyteller
Wordsmithing ninja
Longhanded
Tongue thrasher
Proverbially pinch ya
Singe ya with vocab
A smoke stack of throw backs
Who knows that
There are several languages to convey through poetry but none as universal as truth.

So even if I’m not pushing plungers
For a rush today,
Even if the cushions that I’m under
Are more plush today,
Encompassed by less wall decay,
I’m happy to say,
I don’t need the dirt, grime and crime
To convey a compelling message,
The blood, crying and slime
From a C-section is just as descriptive

So I’ll tell you about the magic moments,
The birth of a child,
Recognizing the worth of that first smile
Two months in when I was beguiled
With that belly laugh
That deep rolling giggle that you can’t possibly be unhappy around,
It was the actual
Pure
Real
Sound
Of what happy is,
I mean,
If true joy
Was to take on its human form,
It would be a baby…

But a laughing baby of course
That's the rainbow

Certainly not a puking pooping
Eyes goopy and drooping
Leaking screaming
Snotty nose dripping sneezing
Mystical creature coughing and crying
Where you’re like “HOLY SHIT STOP FUCKING WHINING”...
No no no no no – just a laughing baby,
That uncontrollable hysteria when you hit the spot on their side,
I just can’t get enough of that spot right there
That spot is the rainbow spot

You see
It used to take
Two hundred dollars worth of heroin
To even prompt an emotion on my face
Now it doesn’t hurt so much to smile,
In fact when I don’t, it’s a disgrace.

Because once upon a time,
Enlightenment
Illuminated the blue blood
Burrowing through broken veins
Picked up
Polished
And mended prominent pains,
Replaced hurt with peaceful
Strains
Of curiosity, bewilderment,
And humility
A fascinating rainbow of emotions
Once untouchable

And now there are sights and sounds
That cause a pause
Everywhere,
There are moments
Of clarity,
Moments where the disparity
Between shit
And rainbows,
Hits me like a bat.

Shit
Being the days of raves
Where early evening bass beats
Pushed passed dawn,
Leaving clubs with eyes buggin’
Church bells chiming a dozen,
Half chewed face from ecstasy,
Loving some stranger standing next to me,
The perplexity
Of that moment
Of shit
Leaves me breathlessly
Lucky,
I guess…

There's no more shit in my spectrum,
There's reservoirs of metaphors
But I no longer dwell on my near farewell,
So now I coin what once was shit,
As "less than stellar",
It's always something I can cope with,
It's within my rainbow whether
Agreeable or detestable
Because I'm no longer a sick, hypnotized, walking vegetable

There's no more shit in my spectrum
Just rainbows to tiptoe toward...

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