When I was young I believed in everything.
Angels and demons and everything in between.
I believed I would be a legend,
I believed I was chosen for a spell.
Music made love to the frozen neurons and
I even dreamt of super-powers like invisibility.
It got pretty complex, pretty distinct.
A perfect world.
For awhile I dug serial killers.
I’m not ashamed to admit it.
The paperbacks stacked around my room.
I had a mattress back then,
even the frame of a bed was
too constricting too much like the construct
I was so fucking cliché but it felt real, so eat it.
I can get a little obscene.
No show is too small though,
I’ll perform at your bah mitzvah or your
Even if you’re a forgotten celebrity.
I had one of those IBM processors
from the late 80’s
with the interchangeable font-balls?
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