Let's hang out. For realsies.
Here's a poem I wrote last year called Bildungsroman. (I write poems...LAAAAAME right? No but for real, you might like this):
25 means nose hair.
Means hopeless moment in check out line
when cute, bubbly 19 year old smiles at me
while ringing up my nose hair trimmer.
Means weird joint aches
Means won’t take a shot
unless a girl is taking two.
Means drives faster.
Means drives angrier
and uses the horn more.
Now, I nod and smile. Means slowly noticing
I use less curse words. Still, could give a fuck
about your favorite foreign film or folk band.
25 means more perceptive. More able
to spot the crack in the façade, can tell
the difference now--between a smile and a smile
asking my opinion, begging for permission
Means I can sense your loneliness.
Can tell you have a pulse that’s just like my pulse,
always searching for its rhythm through the noise
of other peoples anthems. Means understanding
this is power. 25 means confidence. Finally.
Means commanding your attention,
giving less away and knowing the value
of my time. Means brusque and assholish.
Less bend in my backbone and need-you-to-like-me.
25 means flip-flops everywhere.
Means yesterdays t shirts, yesterdays jeans.
I can’t leave the house without looking homeless,
my hair--a fabulous bedraggled mess
in tribute to the mad science of myself.
Means exercise. Means architect.
Means drink a lot less Pepsi.
Less Coke. Less weirdly colored sports drinks.
More bottled water. More push up and free weight
and days spent walking my shadow into dusk,
spent sweating my body into butterfly.
Means hybrid. Means
I quote Neruda on the first date
and Biggie in the bedroom.
25 means on my grind.
eight-armed-plate-spinner. No slouch.
No sleep ‘til noon. Now suit and tie
and interview. Means pep talk
a reflection all the way to glory.
25 means no more games.
Means I can spot your games.
Means don’t believe a word
but won’t be goaded into action.
Means that I can tell when you’re attracted.
I can tell when you’re disgusted. I can tell
you caught me staring at your breasts
and 25 means Yeah I Was!!
I won’t apologize for my biology.
I won’t apologize for my intelligence.
I won’t apologize for liking rap
and Disney, and Broadway
and chess and poetry and everything else
that makes me who I am.
Means finally feeling like a man.
Means raising the flag of myself to full mast
and learning to salute it openly. Means using this heart
like it’s mine. Means shedding all the dead skin
shackles of my boyhood and standing here
before you unafraid. 25 means
hands that finally know
they’re strong enough
to reach for anything.