be

nothing reveals the radical evolution
of the delicate soul more dramatically than
the contrast between sumptuous taste
and the appeal to a mass banal audience,
its like the difference between black and white

i am talking about the passionate development
of an elegant, ethereal, exquisite
sublime precocious prodigy

nobody can expose the advancement
of the refined brightness and clarity that
this street smart vitality life can, nobody

a relatively recent blip on the radar screen,
scorchingly timely, i love it,
dutifully questioning everything,
is it possible to be painfully earnest
and to have the confidence
of “don’t give a damn,
couldn’t care less,”
at the same time?

not bloody likely but
delicate souls are trying anyways,
exist, survive, live, be

to: big dawg c. happy valentines