Anis Mojgani
Anis Mojgani is brilliant;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNarjOIUiu4
Here I Am by Anis Mojgani
We all wanted that high school sweetheart
We wanted to be young and white in the 50s with meatloaves and sock hops and lawns,
Lawns so perfect they looked like Clark Gable was kissing them
We wanted to be thirteen and alive and meet a girl that was thirteen and alive
And walk with her past the grandstands, to sit and hold hands, to sit and kiss, to sit and sit,
Like it was something you would miss, but that never was
We all wanted to be poor, but not too poor
Connecting this country like Kerouac and Thumbs
Pulling waitresses into backseats and trailer park homes
Where the two of you would find passions expanding between the locking of your bones
Until the morning would come to find the two of you out on the road with your pockets empty except for your hands
Your hands would be full and overflowing with your soul
But that's not what happened
We once went to bed like between the bed sheets was a valley with dinosaurs still breathing
And how we capture these triceratops?
And brontosauruses?
But even they were opened up with the smoke that rose out of the homes and the corners that we once climbed through,
The streets and the footballs which we once threw,
The school desks upon which we once drew,
The windows that sat open through we once flew,
Before the outside world of parking spaces and dead friends came flooding on in
And we forgot what we wanted
And we became what we become:
Waitresses and bartenders, city employees and temp positions,
We are junkies and one kiss poems and we cry the stars
As we write our scars onto dumpsters and electric boxes
Because the only thing that we can hear is our hearts
And the only ones listening are the streets
That the blood that breaths through the letters we leave
And we dream to rise ourselves up out of these burning buildings
But instead we get buried somewhere beneath
Because I know my life is like some high school kids notebook
A high school kid that shuffles back and forth between school and home
Stacking the letters and the pictures too close for anyone outside of his own Imagination to read
Because it's through the ink that his heart beats,
That his heart breaths
And we all just wanted to write these notes
Check if you like me
Check if you don’t
Check if you'll date me
Check if you won't
Because we all wanted the love songs to be true
And we did love dinosaurs once
And we wanted the stars to hold our hands,
To lick the teeth to fuck us,
But they ended up fucking us,
So let your smile twist
Like my heart dancing precariously on the edge of my fingertips,
Staining them like that same high school kid licking his thoughts,
Using his sharpie tip writing:
"I was here
I was here mothafucka
And ain't none of y'all can write that in the spot that I just wrote it in
I’m here mothafucka and we all here mothafucka and we all mothafuckas, mothafucka
Because every breath I give brings me a second closer to the day that my mother may die
Because every breath I take takes me a second further from the
moment she caught my father's eye
Because every word I carry is another stone to put into place in the foundation that I'm building
Because the days can erase something that I never saw
What all of us wanted and what none of us got
What we all had and have and what we all forgot
That we all wanted to be something
That we all became something
And it might not be the shit we once though we'd be when we
were kids but something is still something
and like some cats say, something is better than nothing
Feet are smarter than an engine
And dreams are stronger than thighs
And questions are the only answers we need to know that we are alive
as I am when I have the mind of a child,
asking why is 2 + 3 always equal to 5 ?
Where do people go to when they die?
What made the beauty of the moon?
And the beauty of the sea?
Did that beauty made you?
Did that beauty make me?
Will that make me something?
Will I be something?
Am I something?”
And the answer comes:
already am, always was, and I still have time to be
More of his work;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbYmRaPirnY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znIXyFh6dsI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wye_axUPRrU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFWiNNUfpC4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2r46MpFKJ8A