A POEM BY BEN PARKER - 27/3/17

 

me and my friends

taking Europe clockwise

take myself out of the country

to highlight all the loose ties

how the fake ones turn salty

like fries

im just thumbing through hair dyes

nail paints and cropped sweaters

contemplating whether i should

start putting these poems into

letters and send them to the 

loved ones ive forgotten

for a minute

some kids just tryna do shit

to say that theyve been it

im tryna explore myself

so when my friends plan holidays

i say that ive seen it

i feel like im gonna burn out fast

this candle wasnt made to last

the whole night

my presence is more of a twilight

you know im there

you see these clothes

but you dont hear the conversation

sometimes i like to keep my

own thoughts in secluded reservation

i think thats just becoming a 

common thing for our generation

being sociable has become

a dying sensation

unless it involves sex and drugs

and then we speak up

im an honest drunk

loud mouth

louder stepper

me and my mind go together

like salt and pepper

with the liquor in my bloodstream

confuse my whole friend group

with a live stream poem on

sexual relations and

i cant remember the rest

forgotten like a 10 second snap

time these days flies by like

short naps

i remember the days when

i used to run laps

now i just thumb through the

news feeds and the textbooks

figuring out formulas

and researching my 

new looks