my fear greater than death –
becoming the picture of mundane
writing the mundane
being only the very epitome
of boring, suburbanality
a string of Taylor Swift poems,
a mall-walking, gray-haired,
broken-down old man
lunching at the closest
cheapest all-you-can-eat buffet
when all I am is no better
than strip mall psychology
or pop culture bullshit
I promise I’ll give it up
not nary a word will
appear anywhere by my hand
once I’ve met this fate
and if I break this promise
someone, please sneak in
and perform the mercy killing
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Ancien Hippie 