I'm lean, clean—if a little sleepy.
I fuse the laid-back sound of the 1990s
with millennial steel, Brooklyn bullshit,
and countrypolitan filigree.
I am the Descartes of anxiety.
I feel tall in the morning,
and small in the evening.
I look like the kind of guy
who read Fight Club in college,
but I was retyping The Great Gatsby
in community college.
I am an idiot,
But at least I don’t have an ego.
I put the hopeless
in 'hopeless romantic'
cuz I still love a girl
that disappeared.
Though I am scared,
I have no choice
But to keep chasing bravery.
Back on my reggae breakfasts,
my punk rock lunches.
Though I am scarred,
I have plenty of heart,
and hustle.
I remain with Stilpo,
because my soul can't be killed.
In these dumb poems,
I will live forever.