Treasure Island

Justin Tallman

(September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)


And though
I stand in a spot light
standing before a brick wall
a classic comedy club scene

I stand in bathrooms
with mirrors,
bath tubs,
and toilets
admiring the clump of lint
resting in the porcelain corner
wishing to be it

life should be

Not flying
it's grandiose
angel wings
blowing the horn
the scene

like standing tall
and proud
like oak,
or what ever

But with three dimensions
with muscles
and bones
gripping axes
and dust pans

A throat
bearing vocal chords
and a tongue
giving the hum
making the superior sound

The eyes
perceiving a gavel
and a pressing stamp
making judgements
and labeling
those who are still

What a sacrifice
it must be
to be lint
or a tree

Submitted: Thursday, January 10, 2013
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