like Mark Buehrle

the redhead from my dream last night

she had a point but i forget

the whys, wherefores, reasons thereof

since someone's stereo bumped Fresh Prince's "Summertime"

and i stumbled steadier

my head unclarified and with a slight smirk

so tell me your story

how you sell it with a straight face

let the rhythm break the cadence

echo perfection in my eardrum

fumble iconic brilliance

still the elemental image reflects resistance

regains footholds held in disruptive aftermaths

streets shine silver, sprinkle gleam

lie paralyzed throughout the town

my seven day weekend snickers to itself

your hectic mess of a tomorrow

it's everything i never wanted