I Watched My Brain Turn Ashtray

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I walk confidently like I’m wearing my shoes on carpet.
She rides on my handlebars at 70 degrees.
We are taller than the trees and
I see beauty with more clarity than an artist.

my bed

Do you have the time to pet this tired dog?
It’s rained every day this week and this bed is too big to be alone.
My head feels lighter on your chest than on my shoulders
So if you scoot closer bring the covers.
I’m not interested on anything outside this room
Because I have a record on the lowest volume
And a joint burning in the ashtray.
I’ll passively listen to the soft tone in everything you say
Just don’t wish this rain away.
Our hair will tangle into dreadlocks from interminable sex
And you’ll forget what you wore when the sun comes back with it’s suitcase.
I’ll shave when it stops making your voice tremble
And I’ll tell you I love you as long as this is special.
Our dreams will drift over center lines
And become beautifully intertwined.
I wake up with my heart out of my chest
And you are putting on your dress.
The sun kisses your legs for me through the blinds
As I stay and bed and comfortably digress

Little bump and rhyme

The smoke is light blue
And her eyes are too.
Considered a foo
I pass the spliff to the boo.
Conversations speak truth
With lipstick on my tooth.
Tell mama come through
And she like how I do.
Soft pink lights make her dreams come true.
Breathin heavy always feel better when I look up at you.
Kisses mark my neck ice blue
Reachin for the blankets like it’s past curfew.
Those other girls made you jealous, I knew
But I’m a pilot you can’t take away my birds eye view.

Patience is to wait with no certainty of an end

Sitting on my porch, I am eager to finish my cigarette,
Though I only lit it to dislocate my confidence on the couch.
I pat my soft-pack gently but with one intention,
And when it falls out I light it with certainty.
It was supposed to rain all day but I haven’t seen a drop.
The clouds say they’ll do it but I think they fear falling.
The humidity is clinging to my back
As I blow out clouds into the sky.
Misconstrued offerings pull my shirt off.
The rain won’t come today.
Not because I say, but because I feel it.
My thoughts haven’t played in the past this week
And I’m starting to feel a productiveness crawling.
The wind pulls my eyes from the paint I spilled while I was drunk by myself two weeks ago.
It’s a soft wind that reminds me of a child trying to savor the dandelions fleeing from its breath.
The wind is not much but leaves still float off the branches.
My thoughts patiently take steps further away from death.
Suddenly I dropped my cigarette to reveal a burn on my finger.
I undeniably begin to smile and put the cigarette in the ashtray.

Ending hiatus

I swear I’m charming without this apathy following me and
I could think of a whole lot more to do if I could put my hands on you.
The modest lover doesn’t take risks so sometimes the first move doesn’t exist.
That said, when the feelings hit, they go far more than intimate.
Gorgeous girls fail to break frivolous
While I’m scoping the syllabus ready to get rigorous.
I took time off, I didn’t reach my plateau.
It was just two whole weeks of getting high on the low.
It’s time to blow the dust off the rumors and get off my ass.
You can hold your breath because I’ll be right back,
I just have to get my head fitted for a plaque.


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