Friday, September 13, 2013

For James Franco.


There you are again,
with your bad boy charm
suavely dressed in your angel eyes and demon smile
prancing the red carpet as if you truly are who you believe 
while I roam the streets
hating all mankind like you once did
what is there to rebel to now?
you won.
you’ve done it all.
you’ve shown the prince bastard you’re the only giant
spitting on his grave like your ancestors who rigged his brakes

If only I had your power
to convince the world I’m an original
with a humble motif to bring in the women
and a healthy balance of
shitty films and overrated, short-lived shows
plenty of cameos and appearances
the REAL poet plays a
to show there’s something for the kids in everyone

No longer is it the days of rockabilly and lucky strike,
make way for dub step and Marlboro Light’s.

Most of all,
you have proven the poet in squalor you can steal a man’s dreams be the image he always desired
play his idols on the silver screen,
seduce the approval of your scholars
seduce NYU
seduce Anne Hathaway
even wear designer clothes with ripped jeans


Hail the one armed king
with the newly forced facial hair and Gucci fragrance
as he awaits his next nomination
until he takes the throne and shows us what
Faulkner’s vision was supposed to be
Dear God.


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