Friday Poem

Welcome to the Age of The Beautiful Weirdos

this morning the lady across from
me in the waiting room asked me
if I was ready for things
to “get back to normal”

I smiled and shook my head

“I wasn’t very good at normal,” I told her.
“I’d like the give weird a bit of a try.”

She blinked.
I blinked back.

things had gotten awkward
I always make things awkward

She blinked again.
I responded with another blink.

We were now communicating
through eyelash morse code.

So I blinked the following message to her:

I’m not waiting for things
to go back to normal

things are already
way too ordinary for me
to wish for it to have
any more of a hold over me

to be honest,
I’m waiting for things
to become more abnormal

normal had its time as the DJ
normal played the same songs over and over

typical’s reign as the queen has gone on for so long
that her crown has begun to grow into her skin

I know you can sense it, too
this cocoon we are living in
is starting to quiver and our
skin is starting to turn into
polka-dotted butterfly wings

we are all unraveling
in the most beautiful ways

can’t you feel it in your veins?

your plain blood is bleeding
itself into the sharpest pattern

of flowing plaid

you have shifted like a corvette
on an empty coastline highway at sunset

you can feel the hum deep
inside the transmission of your soul

your engine is growling with the
power of one billion angelic horses

you are now able to go from the natural
to the supernatural in under 3 seconds

you are racing toward your raw purpose
you are speeding toward your wild dream

you are no longer a bore – you are a blur

I know you can feel it, too
you are as sick as I am about pretending that
all we want is for things to be normal

normal had its age
let’s give the unusual an epoch or two

this is the season
of change and

your eyes are turning
Into a sponge

soaking up
every beautiful
oddity you see

and every now and
then when your
eyes have absorbed
just enough peculiar
artwork of the divine

they begin to pour
with tears of joy

I know you can feel it
nothing is going back to the way things used to be

because our existence is a living
piece of clay being molded under
the loving hands of a cosmic potter

normal doesn’t live
here anymore

it’s been replaced
with the abjectly strange

and isn’t that how it should be?

every day we should wake up ready
to journey into the irregular

this is the age for you
to finally embrace
the eccentric and exotic

which is perfect
because that is exactly what you are

eccentric & exotic
there is nothing like you
among the uncountable stars

you are the rarest precious gemstone

you know it
you can feel it

right under your scars
right behind your eyes
right inside of your heart

is a river of light
that has never existed before
you were created

you are abjectly and beautifully

and that is why this age
is perfect for you

normal is out
atypical is in

and you are the loveliest
deviation from the norm
that has ever drawn a breath

and this is your time
and you are about to change the world
and I can’t wait to watch

by John Roedel