pre-school days
like the rugrats,
i liked to think i
was like chuckie,
since i’d always
be afraid, even
my own shadow
made me jump.
funny how little
has changed up.
stuffed animals
kept me company
after a late night
with jimmy jimmy
at the candy bar.
spent everyday with
my toy story 2 and
monsters, inc. vhs’s,
and mama took us
driving, she played
her whitney cd and
i thought that i could
one day be a singer,
or maybe an actor.
listen to those lies,
really thought i’d
have the talent to
even succeed at it.
wonder what young
me would think if he
saw himself at twenty.
he’d probably like the
new video games, but
i wish i could go back
to play what he missed.
swindle with sly cooper,
soak up some sunshine
with mario on the island,
and maybe try to finish
that spider-man game
thirteen years earlier.
he never did pay much
attention to his games
after the very first level.
easily distracted, just like now.
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prom coming up, barely care for the day, mama said i need a date, but i’d rather stay home and play games, elijah got sniped and he yells in... -
“don’t trust your brain after 9 pm,” but that’s the only voice i know, sat on the floor in the dark stuck on all the noises in the walls, i’... -
never been anybody’s best friend, never been the one in anyone’s future plans, never the one you introduce to the fam, only in the scenarios...
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