In My Time

Im out in front

Its my place

I choose it

I love it

Its my Gift

Im always on time

I walk in like God sent me

I only have two speeds

Both are too much for everyone

Someone honest once told me:

“You know you can be a lot”

No… I am a lot

Whats the alternative

Not be enough

LOL

Everything I am I dislike others who are

Artists

Writers

Poets

Philosophers

Prophets

I don’t want to talk about the act of doing these things with anyone else who does it

I don’t want to hear their thoughts on the subjects

Its unnecessary

It shouldn’t help or shape another anyway

Thats counter to the art form

Ill love their work anyway

Or hate it

So what.

I make mine

You make yours

I don’t care what the color is called

My work never misses because there isn’t a target

I know when its done

I saw a post once

It said

“Don’t worry my art doesn’t understand you either”

My work is a threat

Leave it alone

Don’t look at it to understand me

Look at it to understand yourself

Don’t read me to gain insight into my world

I was born to be in the front

Holding the flag

I know because it brings me pleasure

you can keep whats left

The cigarette after sex

The popes never had that one