Billy, Matt, Stanley, Aidan

(May 2022. Another decentralized poem written on Billy’s porch in LA. Title is order of contribution.)

But abundance, abundance, abundance is so great
And the heart of my heart wants to be lost in it all

A tear of joy cries for a moment bottled up
so tight
nothing
but a drop
per time
escapes

You will not be happy by the time you finish this poem
You will get Crohn’s disease by the end of this poem

I thought saying sad lines would make me happy but I’m just numb
I thought saying sad lines to change up the tone would be fun
But it makes me feel different and I hate that
I could cry but why not waste my tears on a Pixar movie about a piece of grass that can talk
And loses it’s mom to lawn mower

what’s up bitches it’s gen z comin at you live
or die I sure hope not it’s gonna be tough
manually downshift it has to be enough
to slow this car before impact

as I’ve gotten older i’ve learned to love
to see memetrees,
this kind of person and that type of guy
and this archetype, who i’m influenced by,
to see who’s watched who
and read who’s read who
and sing like the voices you love

and