My brother brought me Bhiman on a December
evening through his phone. Some video with
only seven thousand views, but he was big by now.
Maybe I can be like him. His songs hit so hard
like a smooth rock against a car window. Maybe
I can namedrop more and place picture perfect
similes in and stop rhyming; I’ll use alliteration for
a punch up.
People are beautiful to us when everything seems
to come easy for them. Even the pain. We think,
“look how hard, and still they go on,” and we admire.
Okay, I should bean a poor person’s fender
with a bat, see how they suffer so they can be beautiful
to me. But real songwriters don’t have to hurt someone
to produce. I spin ‘Moving to Brussels’ again.
How does one get inspiration to shake loose?