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Meaning of life
© 1993 Cathe Boudreau
yeah, yeah What do you think I think?
where do I expect to go with my life?
who the fuck knows. Is it important?
Is it not so important?
Who gives a fuck what I think
I'm just a cliché, a statistic and
Is it really that important?
I dream about a lover who died..
is that something that matters to
anyone, that I wish I could still
make love to a dead man?
Or does that make me a target?
One of my best friends is a lesbian
Does that make me suddenly cool?
My musical tastes are diverse,
East Indian to Native American
I love the drum, the primal
rawness, Is that important?
You care about this, are you
filling your need to be part of
the "in culture" by attending a reading?
when only last week you were
listening to AC DC's Highway to Hell
as you were screwing a 16 year old
prom date. Is that really important?
I'm really not saying you're bad -- you
can't be " bad" -- that's a judgement
you can only give yourself -- not my
job. My opinion? you're opening up.
you're reaching into someone else's
feelings, acknowledging personhood.
You're making love with your ears.
to me. you're reading yourself into
my words, and it's a mother child bond
I'm breastfeeding your mind.
Does it matter? Is it not important?
Icons are adored. I don't get why
we worship the vomiter who put
up with our gazing past his presence
Why we don't greet Joe, the guy who
loves by the banister in the subway, as
the icon. The street poet, the girl
who is alive, every night, every day
no lover, just words, why indolize
her? What has she done for you?
She shared words and her only emotions.
Does it really matter?
I adore you. Those who listen. Those who care.
Yes I abhor you. those who ignore
the no one. glass people. as I was
just before you found my words or my
Music, Amusing, You love me one
minute, I don't exist the next.
Is it important? What the fuck
can I do to change the words so that
it matters. I live what I speak.
"Dare to live a simple life" I'm told
yet I've macaroni and cheesed my
existence, no furniture, a tv, books
a cat. No lover. Only a
man who wants my love without
accepting it. Is it important
I speak I exist I matter or
maybe I'm a cell of a bigger being
that gets shed and renewed
every few years. Then it must
matter. Then you do give a fuck
And it is that important. I love
you all as you are part of what
I am part of , and we are
all futile beings, waiting to
belong.
Not realizing that we already do
Yes it matters,
It is important.
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