The bouncer looks at me with a raised eyebrow
Hands you back the plastic rainbow card of revolution
That you are, in fact, well above
The age of where you should be.
Should you be here? You should ask yourself
No… you walk straight in
Because youth will always have its days
Stamped in time by a change of guard
To lock in the beauty, the flavor,
Of the world unknown.
Deer everywhere, walking awkwardly a girl with high heels and a practice run
For a couple of inches to her stature
But a limp to her gait.
College beauties everywhere, blonde, brunette, asian, black, white
The redhead over there looking out of place.
That girl’s makeup is on thicker than a fog smoke in the Adironacks
She falls over herself, eyes only slightly rolled back in her head.
The awkwardness is weakness, and you like the weak
Because it makes your own insecurities so insignificantly pale.
Watch and watch, I watch them all
Learn the ins and outs of the way to live
An awkward look, look, looking
Looking somewhere for the way to adult
Adulting is hard, but life is short
So I’ll go to the college bar today
Because boobs are great
And the scenery is fine
And the tunes will go on all night, baby.
“I’ll grow up. It’s just a phase.”
You say to yourself, writing this poem
Looking at the words on the page
Knowing exceedingly well that you have no idea what your future entails,
But that in fact, it will be something that you cannot know,
Cannot wait for what used to be to disappear
So I can mentally retard
In my own backyard
Of a world gained swiftly
For the things that once were, giving way to the things that will be
Can be once driven, will be what’s given
To my fat, hearty belly in the end.