Contemplating My Very Existence

It has a way of walking in

Love, sometimes blind

But never deaf

As it slithers swiftly through 

the very cracks

It feels right at times

And sometimes it feels just wrong

For me to be so onward!

Love, you have a face that only I recognize

When I myself love

When I myself live

The small ticking of my heart has a way

Of making music to yours

I feel more love in my love

Because I listen,

You lighting with your breath my candle

It does light up the orbit, the world

My very existence resonates

They see me, and see what goddess you turned me into

You with your very brush, take me

for who I am, never mistaking me for a flower

but always giving me water to live

Eagerly you help me contemplate my very existence

Love, you walk in to what love I have

And for that very reason... It lives!

This Was Yesterday

The girl with her curls (beautiful fro)

Runs down the street with a ripe banana

The woman's legs are quite nice

But her shoes seems to be ruining her posture...

The mother sits there fixing her daughters hair - 

she pulls it back tightly and pins it... somewhat indelicately

She is lost, clutching a paper and she asks: 

where is ninth avenue, where is ninth avenue? 

A mother stands up, ready to leave with her son- 

he looks like he suffered a terrible injury... 

the left side of his cheek is covered in stitches. 

And I wonder: why does this happen?

A man's legs the size of his neighbor?

A ragged looking woman could be a very important person.

A man called Spike Lee strollin' into Starbucks.

A one arm man sitting in the train-

He looked empty... his eyes.

The rain is in my eyes!

And a long day full of adventure.... it ends now. 

This was Tuesday- yesterday. 

You Only Know What I Want You To...

You only know what I want you to...

So I will sit on this bread and hope you have the butter

I will walk to the park and wait to hear from you

My phone, I left it home

(I lost it actually)

I will sit at the bus stop waiting for you until

You come pick me up

I will go to the store hoping you will come rescue me

(I gave my last dollars to the guy on the corner with his dirty cup clinking)

I will go to the beach and hope you will come fish me out

I will go to the bakery and hope you will walk in to feed me

(Something sweet)

I will go to the Halloween shop and hope than on my birthday

You on bended knee offer me a plastic ring

(And say: I’ve been waiting for you all my life)

I will walk to the corner of my room and stand there till

I see the shadow of your feet from the bottom of my door

And I will walk to the cemetery with flowers in my hands

And offer them to the many dead loved ones that no one loved

And I will wait by the lottery bank and wait for that

Ring in my ear to disappear and for you to appear

And I will wait in the middle of the highway hoping

You will be driving slow enough to see me

I will be there waiting. Waiting and hoping for you to come

In any form to do what you want to do

Because you only know what I want you to… 

Which means you know more than me

When you do.