Day in and day out,
They file into lines.
Up and round about,
Each takes up vines.
How long will you have to wait?
I’ll tell you how long.
About as long as
the time between when the dentist tells you that you won’t feel a thing,
An innate ability to destroy perfection,
That is what exists in between our ears.
An affinity towards pain and affliction,
A trait displayed throughout the years…
My best work came from nights of cigarettes and wine,
And all my words flowed like a single rolling dime,
Round and round till it would stop and fall flat,
And I would pick it up again and spin it on the mat.
Amber rays of gold flood the room
Engulfing the atmosphere thick with sweat
Sweat from tireless sweeping with a broom
Consequence from a reckless bet
Vibrations travel from the air to your skin
From your skin to your ear
From your ear to your drum
From your drum to your thoughts
Prose has overtaken Poetry.
Logic has outdone art.
The senses have no say.
The soul sighs in dismay.
All of it...
The words, the meter, the spelling....
All of it.
It's a great sunny day to pick fruit,
for all the needs of your body and soul.
Ripe mangoes of bright yellow,
To simmer in your mouth a sweet so mellow.