Dead is the new unambiguous. Bipolar is the new undecided. Heavily armed is the new born again. Bald is the new head .... and the new crotch. Hairy is the new face. Sheepishly admitting to having an STD is the new flirting. Finding the time that is right for you, is the new impotence. The smiley face emoticon is the new "sincerely yours". Smoking is the new outdoorsy lifestyle. Looking forward to insanely expensive private schooling is the new yuppie birth control. Veganism is the new "tastes like chicken". Texting is the new talking. Talking is the new singing. Singing is the new SOP. Graduation is the new "be careful what you wish for". Anti-depressants are the new crowd control. Misinformed is the new patriotic.
Feigning an innocence i walk out of the slum creases on forehead give me away. I try to justify the cynic, the observer my life is shit too i remember her.
Turn. Walk back. i can, i won't. the kid, needs help, needs a lot more than i do this dirty brown bag of pot. does he cry out for company, for love? glad, I'll never know. sad, I'll never ask.
Mirrors are more fun than Television. Broken Frames, mine. Shattered dreams, his. these green glares i seek they masquerade my guilt. I'll do what i can. I'll provide by dropping in. Buy some, and more later. Irani, Pahaari, or maybe Malana cream. And find my way to him Gladly, Sadly, Madly like a salmon swimming upstream.