I Want To Get To Know You

We're so goddamned polite, so white,
So apparently controlled,
Let's say it like it really is -
We've started growing old.

You know, fifteen, no, sixteen times tonight
You might have caught me in a daze
There was this bitchin' movie running
Behind my glassy gaze.

Listen, if it get's any worse this year,
I think I'll yank my thinning hair,
And hey, if you ever break your icy mask,
Well, I'll just be dying over there, yeah, right there.

I remember once as chidren at the beach,
How we played in the ocean mist,
           - See that sandcastle?

No holding back as we attacked
With our wild swinging fists.
the poetry of daniel roest