11/12/19 1225 AM
if you hear me speak deeply
and with the kind of smarty pants swagger
earned by a night on the rocks
and parching smoke
at least look me in the eyes
when you gloss away to screens
i am a bearded talker,
a thief of joy
followed by dirty saxophones
and a seedy twang
undeniably chaotic
i could’ve screamed at how flippantly
i let some foreign dolt
just push me into talking about film
i don’t like your deep love
for new hot biopics
with eggsy
maybe i’m the asshole here
but if you don’t know what postmodern means
you’re doubly behind
excusable for boomers and useless millennials
but you have an iphone
it’s so easy for you
to just know
with timbre enough to stun
she seemed kinda fun,
never deepening,
she was lightly demeaning
from the aussie sun