Oddity

I’m a steam-punker
Philosophizing on Fredreich Nietzsche to French fries
My verbiage is antiquated like Aristotle but primed for the age
A rage of political critique painted with on the air with my tongue and teeth
I buy books faster than I find friends but my friends I find are that, period
because life’s too short for two-hundred “likes” to boost my ego
ergo,
it’s a small circle but I can reach each finger in an instant
to hold you when I need to.
My aesthetic is eclectic, eccentric and electric
Though you wouldn’t know it
‘cause I don’t show it
Since most people don’t expect old leather volumes to talk about box-office hits
And gender-fashion tips
brimming with sexuality
you can't see on the surface--
just touch it, its there

waiting to free you from restrictions of conventions
but its not pretention:
I just feel
free being
hip to Greek philosophy, not so much E! TV
but I can always spare a synapse to learn
if it means that much to you.
I live through lenses of vernacular
That are spectacular to the current age,
Some say sage—while others just call screwball—
But what can I say? I’m me: iPhone Photography mixed in
With vintage steampunk phone-cases,
XBOX gaming on an intellectual level
where my bookcases stand taller than my game collections.
My ears eyes mouth heart
Are now wide open
So step in to be immersed in what can only be—an oddity.