Start Over

I don’t want to be the
Budhha Known As The Quitter
& although it was a clever move by Rimbaud
I’m not French
I’m a fucking American
& all our clever moves don’t mean
shit

I could be working on the next bestselling
self-help celebrity tell-all cookbook
but I’m not
I’m racing around town clearing olympic caliber speed bumps

All these blank pages
my poems yeah like eyes in the sand
on a beat-up deserted beach
out at the rusted razor’s edge of
Nowhere