TIMELESS POETRY

My Brother, Mark Buttemucho, wrote this poem a few years ago. I believe it is a window into his soul...

retard

retard
standing on a building
walking up the panes of glass
reaching for the sky

maybe you think i am crazy
i am
i been walking this way for so long
i can't get any better
i am just trying to feel good

you see me living in the morning
so brilliant in the afternoon
nighttime comes and smashes the calm
time for rioting in the cafeterias
time to head to funkytown

there are people dancing in the streets
there are hotdogs all for sale
someone is taking down numbers
someone is stealing my chair

don't ask me any more questions
i am starting to feel sick
these feelings shouldn't be here
i locked them up so long ago

your latino bicycle has a flat tire
my tongue feels like its on fire
shave my head and paint me blue
i need to leave this dump
i need to get away from you