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Light Bulb Moment
by Rex Macapinlac
an artist can't be praised
if his heart or his art is kept underground.
the masses only appreciate the noggin
that's left sealed within the coffin.
is art rebellion or humility?
poe resented his hometown,
van gogh sliced an ear off,
and cobain's suicide letter was mass produced and distributed
over the years.
go grunge?
and the world's greatest revolutionary
flew away into the sky riding on a piece of wood.
the optimistic poets are
sitting on a beach shore,
sitting by their grandchildren by a warm fire,
sitting in a strip club getting their cocks sucked by the finest whores.
oblivious. undiscovered.
then there's my generation.
nostalgically, we look to the 70's and 80's
for inspiration.
our mainstream is uncool to the masses,
and the coolest fucking band will only be
the one that you never heard about.
and here i am,
writing this poem in creative writing class
trying to make sense of the world.
and this is the damned near closest i've ever been to enlightenment.
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