Crush

Somewhere on an island
Is a version of me
With long sun bleached hair
And coconut between my teeth
Dreaming of the city
And what it's like to ride the train into work
The boobie prize that comes with owning a house
In the suburbs
Leaving all directions but one
Rendered impotent

For years to come
If he lives that long
He will pray that this dream
Can stay free of cancer
Keep his spleen
And level the competition
With a positive attitude

Truth be told
There is no competition
Just a bunch of monkeys
Throwing pencils into the ceiling

On the other end of the wormhole
Lies a crunched and charred
Glistening core

Every day will bring a new challenge
Where only one track
And a few metallic rings
Keep things
Just above
Sub par
Or as my old hippie friends say, "copacetic"

This torment is all we deserve
And much much more
Since life can always get
And will most likely

But in those brief moments
When the tunnel nears
And the lights flicker
On and off
And on again
We are free
To confide
In our lord and savior
In small visions
And childish nuances
What it would be like
To crush

Another journey awaits
Another coconut to pluck
A shock to the system
Where every cell jumps
Because it's brand new

And it isn't the danger that keeps us riding
It's the safety
But maybe
Just maybe
We have it all wrong
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