Maudlin
Dylan Seeger
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When you were young You'd knot your tongue Whilst you were hung Twiddling your thumbs Amongst those you considered bums Whose time had surely come As if you knew any better Although you were fettered Perhaps if you would have let her Set her things down to grab her keys Surely, she would have been pleased To unchain you Unchained from the being That you had tried fleeing too soon As you were still peeing your sheets Not yet cooking your eats Or out on the streets Collecting receipts In order to keep your seat at the table Oh, the privilege of childhood rings To the sound of melancholy strings But now I, with my wings, ask "Why would I ever lust to cling to you?" When you were a teen You were so obscene Seemingly opposed to good hygiene Somewhere in between filthy and clean If you'd have lifted your head up from the screen Maybe you could have impressed them Was it time for an antidepressant double? For in the midst of the adolescent rubble Was an incandescent bubble that flickered You poked it 'til its light went out Though you knew without doubt That such a move would not be welcomed But then again, you were discontent Instant regrets of the afternoon spent Slitting your wrists on compact discs An indulgent faggot ignorant of the risks Though I've since learned to forgive Maybe it was the burgeoning taste for caffeine Or the way you balked at "the machine" As you crawled towards eighteen That made you covet the attention Oh, the wasteland of the puberty years Through the thirstiest of tears Before the dirty became clear And now I, in control of my own gears Say good riddance Later on, you hit your stride A few brief years with eyes wide And nothing to hide Entirely applied to the beauty Which surrounds us I've learned How quickly shits turn to glitz Once one admits That things could be worse And that neither a scar nor a curse Will destroy you Is it merely greed To have everything I need With healthy blood to bleed Vegetables to eat And shoes tied to my feet But a hunger for omissions? Oh, to be nineteen Lean and mean With nothing to lose All there is to choose from And now I, four years loose Have nothing more that I am due When I was on my way here I stopped by the pier The East River looking clear For the first time in years So elated, I swept a frigid tear To the side of my left ear A sightseer perched on a bench, so near "There's nothing to see here," I said As I contemplated jumping in But my memory, it interrupted Recollections of you Standing on a dock for the first time In my head is a mother of mine Who tucks me into bed at night And convinces me to be all right I never see her coming Until she opens up the closet door From above the basement floor The sounds of her longing roar And from her cultivated pores Is something more than I could ask for Oh, the mystery of sentimentality How impossible it seems To just let history be Without regurgitating dreams And now I, with my myriad schemes Should have no trouble leaving you behind
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