The foolery floating past me & the bumblings of my brain
Stand-up comedy junkie, geek, and closet romantic. Introspectively sexy. Flyyer than your girlfriend, fresher than your crew. 'Bougie', 'siddity', and generally okay with that. But sometimes, I just wanna do hoodrat stuff with my friends. My richness consists not in the extent of my possessions, but in the fewness of my wants. And all I want is simplicity and success. And maybe some more shoes.
my mouth is full of words
that i don’t want to speak,
- but that i want you to hear
i want to believe myself back
into your life, knot my way
into your spine, trace a trail
of promises into your skin,
and breathe every last
“iloveyou” onto your neck
i want to shout oblivion out of your
ears, teach you how to remember
to forget that you ever forgot me,
kiss your eyes until they allow
you to see me again, wipe trial
and tragedy from your face
until you learn how to smile again
I FINALLY UNDERSTAND THIS
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.