never gonna believe this one...
arrive to my second place of work
muchacha had been there
asking for me
asking with face ruby from distraught thought
and I literally skipping in had been put levels at ease
cause i delved into my poetry book (jimmy santiago baca)
on the train
having no dea that i had caused such inhabitable spaces for
one girl
with one man
that i have
under a wing
solidly mush
as i abide on the ride
of sentiment and
nada is perfecto en el mundo
entonces
i move a head
what feels good
feels right
know ing ones worth took
a hastle and pain exploding from my chest
to appreciate
sincere gazes crush
the most militant vivacious mujer
and yet
estoy aqui
being questioned
to be looked at cross eyed
head
weighed from the disbelief
its nice but it aint that nice
i can remember when i was sick my
mother would give me this milky sour sip
to calm my stomach but i just turned my head
and the silver hardness being shoved into my mouth
slipping into my body without me even aware of its
thick existence did it to me marking my helplessness
and I pouted but took it not thinking i had any choice

beauty of adulthood
choices lay them selves across your lap like a melody
awaiting your move
delve in delve not
you arent bound to anything but yourself.
unfortunately
i have been swept by gaze, conversation, and cologne
into a choicefull situation
requiring my resolution
i just thought some bitch came to my work looking for me
what was she going to say
what words would have fallen like mercury at my feet
and how would she have responded to my generousity of tongue
i could have articulated the discrete details of scar adresses on the common corpus
but what would that prove
but her solitude is as prominent as a electric lemon pulp
her love is a prosthetic
and i fleshy enough so that
im rubbing off.