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Capital Is What You Would Say

I got my hair cut today

shorter than I ever have before

milestone you may call it.

My mother cried

my father lied.

Not much is new.

Did you hear the thunder strike

That is the only time nature lies

You hear this big boom

but it's just light in the sky.

Light in the dark.

my friend is a poet

he's ingenious

he hates poetry.

What is it with me and my mind?

I repeat everything and say it differently

again and again until it's completely different

like a game of telephone

down a very long line.

Do I dare hear the results?

Songs on repeat as I write

soft guitar in my ear

whispers of piano

pretty voices

I can sing

not like them but I'm getting there.

How can he hate poetry?

My mind wanders but I must come back to this

They all take it for granted yet I am the one who is reprimanded

I am the bane of my existence

I am waiting for the day one of my books swallows me

maybe then I'll find a poet who likes poetry.