It’s hard to know why I’m here
I’m just sipping a shake or two
Sinking into the leather I guess
I dunno what to say
What is it any of you cats want to know
Do you really care about my morals?
Do you care about the things I carry on my back?
What do you wanna hear?
I’m kind of funny I guess
People like my hair
I look good in photos sometimes
Do you really wanna know?
Wanna know about all my moles?
How my forehead is a spot hot bead
How I look shit from top down or below angle
How my centimetres my nose is above the average
I look shit in a beard and worse with a stache
I look my best when I let my hair fester in grease
People like to tug on the excess fat on my cheeks
Is there anymore you wanna know?
Anymore then your eyes can tell you?
I like to talk about things
I get excited about the things I love
Excited about love
Excited about art
I’m sorry is that to vanilla for you?
How about the boundaries of time I cross all the time
When I get way to excited about my favourite bands
How I hate I have to hide I love my games as much as your shows
How sometimes I look into the glistening night
And I wonder the magnitudes of ways I can fade away
If I’ll leave anything worth while when I go away
If I fuck it all up can my daughter carry on my wills
The daughter that doesn’t exist with my wife who doesn’t exist
Cos I’m to busy talking about all my favourite films
Way after the coffee cools down
And I talk again about how no one really likes to talk anymore
Then I get sad
I think a lot too I spose
How I spent each night alone
How no one accepts
Then, In the same breath
I’ll pledge to the world, how I’ll never compromise
I’ll never stop my talking, talk talk talk about what the fuck I want
Long after everyone’s already told me to shut the fuck up
Talk about life, Talk about death, Talk about anything
To get my heart and ideas somewhere in the world
Cos I’m shit at writing, can’t play any guitar
And I’ll talk about all the things I could if I could
I just want to talk, talk without an end sight
No “Shut up Switzer” No “Oh my god go away”
I’ll never hush to the suffering in my life, not anymore
No matter if the voices will never go away
I need to talk, I need to get excited
What’s the point of life if we can’t express our tongues
Over some cold brews in the glistening sun
And if you agree
I think you should message me
Domestic Poetry 