And me with this

A poem I wrote about a year ago after a heart break-- O heart break a poet's muse.

always haunting- somewhere forgotten

his hold . his influence

in the day light �"years later-

safely surrounded by coffee, chatter, harmless background  jazz…,

 and me with this.

 

little girl- a dime for candy

brown pants, long, thick, ugly

silence thrown to the unreachable

ugly . me so ugly

hidden in the black

 

 

-here in the black

i saw you, riding the subway, you laughed at me

i laughed too

what are you laughing at   ?

You

why  ?

You’re so serious

who are you   ?

I am    , and you are    ?

this is my stop

Mine too

where are you going    ?

Nowhere. wherever you’re going…

nowhere . am i going to end up dead  ?

Maybe -are you scared   ?

no !?

Curious   ?

yes

I thought so

 

in the black, grass- i lay

nobody to see. nobody to hear

raw, naked am i

without stars, sunlight, the warmth of

please, please, please - a cry to Sovereignty

 

show me the colours of the sky-

let me face evil. stop me -please

let me see truth. my truth -please

leap across waters, leap over the moon, leap to the farthest places unknown

Needed to believe. Wanted to believe. So believed

 

reach as far as i can stretch

- always out of touch

 

used?

or did i use you?

in the daylight- years later-

safely surrounded by coffee, chatter, harmless background jazz…,

 and me with this.