~The Bad Poets Society

busloads of people
----make me nervous
so I’m walking home
--the real advantage is
that I can think about
-------nothing and everything
---all at once
-----turning over thoughts
--and focused on my pace
-----inhale and exhale
--every two steps

-----left, right
------*inhale*
-----left, right
-------*exhale*

-a gaggle of prepubescent boys
----pass me on their bikes
and I catch myself wondering
---if there are legions of biker
boys with high-pitched squeaky voices
------that plot to take over the world
until they grow up
---and realize the absurdities
that the arrival of chest hair unveils
---because honestly,
------when was the last time
-you saw eight grown men pedaling down the street
----waving cardboard swords and super soakers
screaming at the top of their lungs?

you can never win, you can only break even(ly).

perceive this…

------obscurity and my surroundings
---are well aquainted
apperceptive spectaculars aren’t as
------dazzling as one would imagine
in my life I found it’s safer
-----to abrogate error
---by blurring lines