at 24 or 27

what is the worst that could happen
If at long last I stood bare and bleeding
on the atomic stage bright and bombed
with everything i was and am and will be
opening, coagulating, and crusting over
maybe healing all by osmosis
as i am revealing all that will escape me
to show who i am, you are, we are
alive and standing tall through
tragedy and love defined by a solo
nightmare hoping to sweetly evolve
as it craves another...sitting, watching
me, if not right there with me...and touching.
it's all ego you say, and i say of course
what else are we, but not the ego of
what i have to say is important...
but that it is just simply important enough
that i have to say it...shed it...let it go
for now...for you.
to not be concerned with acceptance
to not give a flying this or that
(i don't want to say fuck right now)
about money...
and even not be concerned if i will
make it out alive or not.
that's it.
that's what i want
that's what real artists do, yet
truth is, hardly any stay unaffected
past that moment
besides the ones who indeed do not
make it out alive.
the ones who die
at 24 or 27.
the ones i used to want to be
but now if if I'm going to be honest
I'm pretty sure I don't want that
anymore. (it's too late anyway)
now i just want to be
everything that i am
and maybe even prove that in
this used up world maybe
there are still
new frontiers of aliveness...
of revolution through self and art.
but if not, I will settle for growing
old with a friend and knowing
we tried and that was not only enough
but it was the point of it all
and a destiny that is really not so bad
and maybe even revolutionary in it's
way, when looked at someday
through the eyes of an artist
who will die
at 24 or 27