I’ve always been
Outside the norm
I never quite fit in
Never fit neatly enough
Into any of the boxes
Despite being a straight, white male
Somehow, I always still manage
To be the different one
In every crowd
I believe in science
But I’m also an occultist
I’m entirely too rational and skeptical
For a great many in the occult community
I hold disdain for those who think that
White light is the solution for every problem,
That all things are possible through magick
And that crystals, sage and essential oils
Will cure absolutely anything and everything
I’m what is known as a gray magician,
Equally comfortable with
Angels and demons
Blessings and curses
But I’ve always been
A little too “light and goodness” for some
And a little too “dark and scary” for others
My acceptance of atheists,
As well as agnostics and Satanists
Gets me odd looks from the
Holier-than-thou clubs
And my complete lack of
Any bitter hatred of Christianity
Makes the Left Hand Path people
Somewhat suspicious of me
But the fact that I believe
Spells can cause change
And that it’s possible to
Communicate with unseen entities
This gets me automatically pigeonholed
By anyone in the scientific community
As either a lunatic or a charlatan
Or both
I’m too Ceremonial for the Witchcraft crowd,
Too witchy for the Hoodoo crowd,
Too Hoodoo for the Ceremonial crowd
And so on and so forth, ad-infinitum, ad-nauseam
I have kinks that get me labeled
As a pervert, by many
But I usually found that
I was something of a disappointment
To a lot of the kinky people I met
Because I wasn’t a submissive male
Or because I wasn’t bisexual
Or because I wasn’t whatever else
They were hoping that I would have been
Of course, they’re always happy that I am
Open and accepting and loving
Of all orientations, gender-identification, etc
But I’m still a straight, white male
Which is, to many of them,
Still sort of boring, sort of a letdown
And I get that, I really do
It’s OK, I’m not offended by it
I play chess and I listen to classical music
I both listen to and play jazz
So, I’m a bit too “uppity”
For many rock-and-rollers
But I’m only a decent chess player
And a mediocre jazz guitarist
So, I don’t get to sit with the really cool kids
At any of those tables
I also listen to punk, speed metal,
Gangster rap, blues, rock, pop
As well as dozens of other genres
And somehow, it’s still a surprise
When someone else likes the same bands as me
I’ve never really figured that part out,
Seems like there’d be more commonality
But there you have it
I write poetry and hell…
Everyone hates that
But even among the poets,
I don’t stick with any one, single genre
So, none of them really gets me, either
When I branch out into things like horror poetry,
That freaks a lot of people way the hell out
“What the fuck is wrong with that guy?!”
Sure, they love Stephen King
They don’t bat an eye at The Walking Dead
Or movies like Hellraiser or Saw
But I write one little, horror poem
About cannibalism and suddenly
I’m weird
OK, so it was more than just one
I play guitar, sing and write songs
But my style is all over the map
So it’s just too this or that for
Almost everyone
I was even told as much, by a friend,
A guy who had helped a pop artist,
A one-hit-wonder, to get a gold record
Yeah, I was close friends with a record producer
It didn’t help me one bit
He said “You’re a very good singer
And you’re a good guitarist but…”
“People want catchy songs”
“And they want to know
Exactly what they’re going to hear
When they come to a show.
You are all over the place.
I had no idea what you’d play next.
Pick one style and stick with it.”
“You can be a genius, later.”
That wasn’t good enough for me
I always wanted to do all of it
I wanted to do all of it, now
I’d play rock, blues, folk, funk, metal,
Country, pop, weird, avant-garde stuff
And psychedelia
However, most people seem to be more
Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry
But not all of the above
So, somewhere along the way,
I’d lose the crowd because I played a song
That was just too… something
For their tastes
I don’t play or follow sports
So, there went any conversation
With three-fourths of the
Male population, right there
I’m accepting of all religions
But I don’t belong to any
So, I don’t have any of the neat, lapel buttons
To get me into those meetings
I hate bullies
So, I never get invited to the hate crimes
Instead, I’m the idiot who will
Stand with the guy who is outnumbered,
Just because he’s outnumbered
But I think everyone is fair game
When it comes to rude jokes
Especially me
Because, if you can’t laugh at me
Then, who the hell can you laugh at?
But I sort of suck at political correctness
So, I piss off most of the woke crowd
It’s OK, the feeling is mutual
I don’t get into cosplay or anime
I’m not a Star Trek guy, though I like the show
I don’t collect or read comics or manga
I don’t keep up with most television
I advocate healthy eating but I’m not vegan
I can dance but don’t really like to
I can cook but don’t really like to
I can small talk but don’t really like to
I only comment on politics
When it looks like my country
Is about to shift into fascism;
I’ve talked way too much about politics
In the last four years
I’m no fan of hatred
So, I don’t get to sit with any of
Those guys in the white sheets
Or the black boots, bald heads and suspenders
But I’m a little too strange of a white guy
For most minorities to feel
Totally at ease around me
It’s probably safer to have
“Normal” white friends
And I actually get that;
I don’t take any offense to it
I’m not fluent in any other languages,
Despite having taken both French and Spanish
So, I don’t get to play interpreter for anyone
I think the climate crisis is way more severe
Than nine out of ten people do
Want to clear out a room fast?
Bring that up and watch them all scurry
I’m not a cat person
So, that rules out about three-fourths
Of the female population, right there
But I can always talk about dogs
With other dog lovers
And there’s a saving grace, for certain
I’m into martial arts and that’s too violent
For many people
But I’m not a black belt in anything I studied
So, I’m not important enough to listen to
In those groups
And even the style I’m most into,
Jeet Kune Do, is controversial,
Because it’s extremely eclectic
And it thumbs its nose at any type of
Tradition, purely for the sake of tradition
So, that pisses off a lot of people
Who practice traditional styles
I’m not a Right-Wing nut job but I support
The second amendment and I own guns
So, I just ostracized myself from
Both the Right and the Left,
Right there
I don’t surf or skate or snow ski
I’m not a connoisseur of fine wines
Or fine cuisine
I don’t read anything on best-seller book lists
I’ve always been either
Lower class or lower, middle class
So, I can’t get into any of the swank affairs
But I’m a bit too odd to get invited to
Most of the cool kids’ parties
It doesn’t really help that
I don’t smoke weed and I don’t usually drink
The lack of these habits raises many eyebrows
I don’t fit hand-in-hand with most, other people
Even my closet friends,
Dear, dear, beloved friends
Would readily admit:
“Yes, he’s an odd one.
Oh, we love him.
We just don’t claim to really
Understand him.
We think it’s probably quite enough
To just love him
And let it go at that.”
And with that statement, I’d completely agree
I’m perfectly content to be
The black sheep, the odd man out
The different one
But all this lack of fitting in
Has helped me, in one, very clear way
It has compelled me to develop
A desperately needed survival skill
And that is
Good listening
Because I learned early on
That if I was going to last
More than ten minutes
In any conversation,
In any room,
Anywhere
I did much better if I
Kept my rather strange opinions,
Beliefs and attitudes
To myself
But I did even better, still
When I could repeat back the opinions,
Beliefs and attitudes that someone else
Had just expressed to me
Everyone appreciates being
Truly heard
Not everyone needs to be agreed with
It isn’t even everyone who
Needs to be appreciated
But everyone
Likes to know that you were
Actually listening
And if they say anything at all
About music, martial arts, chess, poetry
Or anything else I’m interested in
Well, I might have just bought myself
Ten more minutes of friendly conversation
And when all else fails,
When I’m talking to someone and I can’t find
Any common ground… at all
I can always punt
I default to the saving grace of
Dogs
But if it becomes clear
That they don’t like dogs…
Well, then it’s clearly just time to leave
©2021 Kevin Trent Boswell
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