stage dive

If I were a rockstar, you would listen to me talk.

I could be masterful and raw instead of pathetic and weird.

You could come to my shows instead of my readings.

I would still get too close to the microphone.

I’m scared of being nothing, but isn’t that what every artist is afraid of?

Dying without some kind of magnum opus?

I need to keep your attention somehow. 

I’ll sling my bass guitar low on my hips and act like I know how to be sensual.

I’ll look at you through my eyelashes and pretend to know what I’m doing.

Even though I’ll never know and I’ve never known anything. 

My brain is a wet, nasty thing. 

Would you dig your fingers into it if I begged you nicely?