Overexposed

Common Misconceptions and How I Started Listening to Music

On the latter,
I have realized I did not begin my music listening
with children's songs really,
what I listened to as a child:
-The Violent Femmes
-Red Hot Chili Peppers
-Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
-No Doubt
-Charlotte Church

This may explain a lot about me.
Because generally kindergartners
don't want to take swing-revival CDs
for share day. 

And generally you don't sit in
the backseat of a white Bonneville
at the age of five singing No Doubt
with your mama.

Oddly I still remember most of the
words to all the weird songs of my little youth.

I was not really aware that there was children's music
until my brother was born.
We made him CDs of fun kid music
and the Bear in the Big Blue House soundtrack.

Now he's ten and listens to 
RHCP and Matt and Kim
and a little Rage Against the Machine
(not my doing, blame my dad and 
Iron Man, ok?).

The sheer amount of loud
quirky and sometimes angry
music we listen to as children
may say something about the world.
I don't know, but maybe.

Commonly,
people think that because you
take AP classes that you are genius.
This is not always true.
So when I cannot help you with your
physics problems, don't be alarmed,
I am generally speaking, a fraud
in the school-smarts department.

Fake it 'til you make it, right?

I do not like being an afterthought.

What I do like is sleeping in a little
on a Friday, waking up to a nice breeze
and birds,

feeling human again as I go off to visit
college, and sit in a tiny class
with sunny windows and friendly
people, and an asian professor with 
a thick Kentucky accent,

taking notes and feeling
the jolt of poetry in your blood
because it's been a little absent
lately,

eating lunch with my dad for two days
and spending time with him.

I don't like the coming cold
in my bones that makes the extra
blankets creep onto my bed,
the socks thick on my feet.

I don't like feeling lonely.

I do like driving around 
with BigThatFieldMouse
observing things
and being funny
and driving over that really
fun lump in the road.

I do not like here,
I do not like now,
and I am waiting a little
to take a new path
in my little life.

And I am still sad and 
confused in my doe-eyed,
sarcastic and insulting way
towards a boy who
has somebody else.

Soon, soon,
my brain coos to my heart,
soon soon
we can leave.