of course i write about myself. its my fucking life.

the only topics i can begin to handle are my feelings, thoughts and emotions.

attempting to embrace a worldview or ideology or wierd esoteric abstract goal with my poetry would be absurd cause ive barely got a stable grasp on myself let alone the rest of the world and while i fill my time with lofty ideals of social justice im still just scrabbling at the edge, cobbling together a solid foundation to launch off of in hopes that no one, especially not any of the people in this room, see the rickety rusty wobbling composite of weakness, fear, gullibility, laziness, apathy, and ignorance that is who i am. demetrius, some dumb fucking white boy from the suburbs of nyc. and does it end there? no. have you looked outside recently? do you know why you're here? global justice ring any bells? fair trade coffee? miami? police state? FEAR?

but most importantly we are united with one feeling: hope.

moved by a desire to see a better world, not just for us, but for everyone. we realize this world is not a playtoy but a living breathing organism just like us, and if we let it sit infront of neo-liberal globalization tv any longer eating structural adjustment doodles, export driven economy pork rinds, and sipping on a tall neo-colonialist brewski, no amount of exercise will excise the imperialist cholesterol and we'll all end up head over heels dead as the ice caps melt, the air fills with chemical weapons, and a nuclear sun sets on our rotting corpses.

so shit, i know why im here.

why are you?