How could you like someone without knowing them?
Without understanding their beliefs and habits.
Just by the attractiveness of their face.
The way they walk.
Have they even earned your appreciation?
If you don't know if there is even rapport.
Is this admiration the most ridiculous?
beauty curses men's eyes?
Like curtains it doesn't let us see.
What is on the other side of the girl.
Protective walls, only allow them to see
How we fumble in their presence.
At the end of the journey we sat on huge cutting boards.
Everything I ever ignored manifested into a body.
That body became a person and started grilling burgers.
The person flipped the burgers on the grill.
I lended a hand cutting lettuce on the board.
The person wasn't humble and kept bragging about his burgers.
It made me want to ignore this person even more.
The person handed me the bread -Do you want me to prepare it.
I said -Let me do it myself.
The bread sat open and he handed over the burger
I tried to organize everything I wanted to put in
There were just oo mnay pickles at this funeral
We exited the gate
Heart on the sidewalk
brain middle of the road
Street empty
low weeds carling up from last rainfall
Gutter murmurs under moss
doors and gates remain closed
tarmac tongue silent
The dog wants to walk
His eyes are the dark wood
ears the leaves
To get a piece of the forest
And yes the sun subdues the wind
The clouds and blinded my little dog
We walked toward it like proving a point
all dry and clumsy we ambled over concrete
"Leading you on?", "I was just being polite!"
She manifests...
Her ego is a stomach, her self esteem a neglected child.
As each man continues to ask her out,
she leaves it open like a box of makeup on her dresser.
She reluctantly smiles and makes some comment about another time another life.
That man tucks his tail between his legs and exits flustered.
I could see the appeal, I was also taken.
The tone of her voice, the tan on her beautiful legs.
That radiant smile, and the subtle playfulness.
Often in the bathroom just to check that mirror.
She wore the shorter skirt that day, used all of those gestures that drew the male eye like art.
Extended that smile that triggered dimples and subdimples that emblematized sensuality.
That sort of thing left me breathless, then One day I would gain the courage to ask her.
"Girl I have feelings for you."
"Oh I'm so sorry I'm dating someone right now."
Word got back pretty quick that she had been single.
The way she would attract harness and manipulate men's attention was incredible.
Karma and age's natural conspiracy against hypergamy urged her to get in touch years later.
Was I sadistic to make her squirm? Maybe.
All I can say is, I was polite.
The pool was empty
it was one day supposed to be a status symbol
to tell the rest of the family she was doing better
For Brazilians avoiding envy was as important as attracting it
She preferred stripes
she preferred sudden excitement
Toward anger or joy
In the rain she would become a racoon
unpredictable and hostile
Her mother was a passive creature
Who could also whirl into a sudden rage
Who would overload the plates of food
Overload her front garden
Spoil the drunkard brother
But worship her bottle blond daughter
Dust and untended corners made hiding places
Where insects and small rodents would hide
Between their gutter origins to the kitchen
Or storage areas where bags of food bought at discount sat
Waiting to be torn open by the front teeth of resident rats
Then to sustain those surreptitious fiends
While stripes and her mother murmured gossip
They were blessed and cursed
The annual flood would force the mother to clean out her damp house
The privations of the street would send her brother back
And stripes her daughter was there for every chapter
The two went ahead to their school
far far away
we traveled over gray cities
block structures
abandoned train stations
Many soldiers stopped us from getting to the school
So we found alternatives
We got into the school by sneaking into a cargo container
We arrived inside the school
There they were two boys
The younger and the older
Marching back and forth
In the middle of a field closely shaded by overbearing oaks
Mid conconformity mid summer
We convinced the boys to walk away from the march
To escape the school of conformity
And find sustenance in the journey
Your eyes are here again
On this page you think safe and sane
To celebrate what? I don't know.
retrace your steps real slow.
What did you come here to find?
Hope to capture a fragment of this mind?
Good luck and welcome inside.
Inside the labrynth I've built.
Where gravity sniggers and surfaces tilt
Where the things that hide are hideous
And the things that connive are carnivorous
There's a drop of me in every little bit of it
Even in slight suspicion you're losing your shit
Come deeper you say you want to experience the arcane
Get your head around these words, sweet walls and chains
That the dead ends have made you apathetic
Sense of no return vibrates through your kinetic
Claustrophobic so why do you delve further
Write myself into you like psychological warfare
Not to destroy you or out of derision, but hammer you into submission
For deeper down in these esoteric lines, I've got a stunning dungeon rhymed
If I really was merciful I'd warn you to turn back
My realm wants your soul, I implore your onward trek
But the further you go, the more lost you seem
It's wonderful to find someone who can feel like me
Someone to decorate the inside of this expanding domain
As my words reach inside you, unfurl
Invade your eyes and paint your outside world
