The ginger across from me was fixing her hair when I noticed tattooed on the inside of her arm
“what will your verse be?”
Our eyes met and there was nothing either of us could do to avoid being the only ones on the crowded bus
I knew right away she grew up pining for a sister
I knew that the person who first convinced her she was beautiful made her realize her name Emery is not dumb but perfect
would be the first person to crush her and leave for
I knew she held her mother’s hands and watched her slip away
Sinking into that bed
I knew she still had nibble marks on her favorite book and would caress them with her fingertips remembering, hating herself for being angry when her dog did that.
I knew she just got a promotion but regretted all the things she had to do to get there
And I knew she wanted me to help her feel less lost, to accept her sneeze, to never lose patience as she paints
can’t decide where to eat.
We could shoot hoops and ride skateboards and have tater tots with breakfast and
never have to make it weird.
But she also knows.
Everyone knew way before I did that I was gonna fuck up I just had to listen
Sunday afternoon sun. Skin will glisten
I just read
“what’s under there”
and she said
teats. (So as not to ryme like tits)
And I know what it’s like
To have a best friend.
And then again
I’ve never left LoDo before but here I
She bought me 2 shots and said
I was close. But didn’t ryme with.
So I moved a little more north.
Those pink thin high clouds again
Someone must be lonely
Rob is singing about 3am
Right on cue fly the geese.
look at the crowd just buying in
I miss the bouncers and corner stage
Drunken college kid
Daddy’s money good old days
Now its buses and
I took my dog for a walk
in the rain
Forgot about the lights and center
Everyone has to shit sometime
And rover was so happy
(Even In my rage)
To get back so impatient to the story
I might die tomorrow but I’m not afraid
As long as I piss my territory
And my agent gets rightfully paid
And Yea. To get back to the stage
Stopped at a light sitting in my Journey
The red of my hood turned to green
cool morning Indiana field
With my star garden and sound bucks
conditioned air feels like luck
And I’m suddenly locked eyes
Bloodily cocked eyes
I was once homeless too Mr Deep
But the world called me rockstar
We never find a safe place to sleep
When the house you’re in is so far
Til we all just disappear
The honk of a horn awakes me
The light turning, colors of line 2
In a blink you’re unborn it escapes thee
Foot on gas its all in rearview
Bathed in the neon of a marketing scam
Laying alone on a hotel floor
Wondering why I even have a phone
People don’t want to talk to me
Next door a fat sad old man
Rubs a picture of Katy Perry
And wonders why people are no good
To each other
A cat outside my window cleans its paw
And there is a distant sound of a gunshot
Soon the sirens
Tomorrow will be here again, for what its worth
I wish it would rain.
I can only sleep
Bathed in the wash as it all goes away
Laying alone on a no tell war
Tiny ants marching toward some Sunny beach
Saturday and Sunday or a leader to impeach
There’s this dream about people working later
but I haven’t seen it in a long goddam time
Joe retires 25 years on same rhyme
There’s no middle
or Bluepoint voicers
go ask your wife
I don’t want to get out of the comfort of my head
They practice synergy and a.k.a2
Or another acronym
While we struggle with the dog food
And write new(s) hymns
Everyone loves a good writer.
Song. Poetry. Prose.
Novel as it may be scene.
It’s just. The attention span is so much
Smaller than lives. Just
Fade away. Or find something else to do