Sometime In May Poem by Jamal Tragic

Hello There
I stuck my thumb out at you
Cause I thought maybe you were someone I knew,
I thought that you were,
and maybe you were, maybe you were
who knew?

You knew how iconic it was
how ironic it was
and how bionic it became
Simple yet complex
toxic yet clean

Clarity mirrored an illusion
Mind a sea of confusion
Eyes open, lips sealed, legs crossed
Closed off, maybe you were dead

Chasing names like Fork
With a wild dream of New York or LA,
Or somewhere to get away
Somewhere that would let you get away

Plums so ripe and fresh, warm in the snow
Plums on the tip of the thumb
The searing cold
So rich and free, so ripe and red, plums:
The way i figured out you were dead