Thread: Unkept Sultry (Some Language) (Moved)

My own reading: unkept sultry - YouTube

And down I sit indifferent what a shame but
Cut-up post-it notes slathered droopily by spit to block
Time
Lonely windows staring through bars into bigger windows
With no bars
But what’s the difference
My hand wishing for technology too ancient to make me
Frustrated
Lonely ambitions of fame when I don’t even
Like People
Love, Sex, Rock, and Feces
Nobody can do it
Maybe
Boxing out silently on deathless keyboards the sounds
Of academes and malignant inextricableness
And ardor
Maybe
Maybe the year of our lord brings nothing
Sell out die old live trapped play games
Never
But then should I sit outside in a box in the chilling slap of winter
Writing gold?
Sit outside and look up and wish to look down from that tinted visage
Of that tall box of mazelike repetition
Only to wish to look down and hope to see yourself looking up
Sloppy water bottle bongs littering under your feet and grandiose
Books
Under your writing
What am I trying to do?
What are you trying to do?
Is it for me you them her him it
Him?
Is it for you?
Why should I be corrected when I am right?
Should I ask so many questions?
Waiting for summer to end so it starts again in a year
Twelve angry parents
Looking down laughing
Lies Lies and Manners
Ignoring everything listening to everything teaching all
To your sperm
Grown up like you
And now you wish they hadn’t
Maybe
And selling papers on the street for large lumps
Of self-conscience
Never too good but never really tried
Maybe
Wish to set examples
But for all the good it did to Him
I don’t think so
All of them are dead beat trodden and always hungry
Premonitions of a vegetable getting a
Stipend
For a striptease
A vision of photon beats playing in loop over and under
Until eyes bleed over white and ears
Shut
And all that’s left is wishful thinking
What will he do what will she do well what can I do
Nothing
Maybe
Should the bars go?
Should they go and make the windows unsafe for human consumption
Should they tear and bawl and let me fly
Gravity being a bitch and all
Should I land with a terrific gong splat
Making my new clothes rip
With the sweat of twenty at work for something
I will never do or want to
Maybe
Should I go towards the other end of the tunnel
For fear that I’ll just end up sitting indifferent with shame on my face?
Maybe

I'm not sure what it means, a journal? I like these lines:
1. Lonely windows staring through bars into bigger windows/With no bars/But what’s the difference
2. Books/Under your writing
3. Premonitions of a vegetable getting a/Stipend/For a striptease (I REALLY like this one. Do I dare ask what it means?)

I love the poem, I love the reading; you have a beautiful voice, very clear. It has enough image to keep readers wanting to get to know it.