Mr. Softee meets
Mrs. Phat Bootie.
Yeah man,
it’s comin now’.
Can you feel it?
Come’on now,
you can feel it.
rims-spinnin’fools bumpin’
the stoopid ssshhh…
Can you feel it?
Hot town-
my city.
and I can feel it coming
in the cooled air
this night,
over damp sheets,
and hot
brown skin.
Feel it now?
It’s coming
Where will you be?
Sandy,
Not the cute mutt
With the cloying song.
But
Sandy
who brought the pain.
Sandy,
who took so much.
Sandy,
She brought the pain.
I used to sit
under a tree,
You,
You used to sit
right next to me.
Sandy came,
Now
where is that tree?
Sandy came,
now where is me?
I was lost
before she came.
I knew pain
without you, dame.
But Sandy
Wash it away,
Please,
Sandy….
Help me.
When every exhale
invigorates
just as the breath
that birthed it,
you’re on your way.
When your own smile warms
you more than the July sun,
Continue reading “Free to Fly”
When Sleep is the stranger,
And exhaustion your lover;
When your heart sings so loud
You can’t hear nothing else;
When you don’t stop
till you get enough,
Knowing damn full well
You won’t
Ever.
That my friend
Is joy.
Play on Player
Play on.
Where are you Muse
when a smile is on my lips?
How do I wax eloquent
on the earnest of being,
when I feel only joy?
The Moment has grabbed
me for another last dance,
And Muse, let me tell you-
Girl got moves. Moves like
you’ve never seen.
Keeping me up for days,
mesmerized.
So what do I do?
How do I share what roils
underneath?
Muse,
Dear sweet Muse.
I’m gonna find you.
And Muse honey,
I’m gonna bang your brains out.
See ya soon.
for a glimpse
of yesterday.
to see those eyes again,
those eyes
-so quick to harden in fear,
those hard eyes,
that would melt into the softest smile.
Frames of hope
flitter past my eye
and I hope
for a glimpse
of summer.
It takes forever
but it builds, and
the Deluge
shall set
You
Free-
ly
Into the rush
that is,
that always was
there
waiting
for You.
Beautiful You.
I see a kid-
A kid with a big head.
I see him
on the corner,
Leg folded up at the knee
Flat foot against a streetlamp.
“hey kid”
“hey yourself”
“Excuse me?”
“No. I won’t”
“Who the …
Who are you?”
Yeah… you wouldn’t be knowing that
Would you?”
“Now wait…”
“NO!
I’m done waiting,
And you should be too”
A pause.
Followed by a period.
I watched as he walked up the street, whistling as he turned the corner.
With a foolish grin I ran after him, feeling alive for the first time in years.
What do you do
When all around you
are fools
and sheep
and worse?
You sing.
You dance.
You paint.
You write.
You show there is another way,
Or follow that way, never to return.
Don’t let them beat you.
Just play the game,
Play it
Till it’s done.
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