The Blues are mo better with two partners One adore to me One to exploit me I bought them both a red dress To see who looks more like the devil

I wait until the last minute As if I know my last minute I could vanish in the interim Lose my passion in the waiting room My ideals are stronger than my will Some days I barely do what I feel Some days These days I’ve seen my best I’ve seen my worst Procrastination is only poetic If the form is blank verse

Satisfaction after love’s recreated. Respite realized in the river Released from restraints I’m not a prisoner of fate when I’m with her. The hands of Time stand erect, still at the hour and minute our gazes met. Lingering in that moment Sustaining the feeling Puppy scratches snatch me from peace on Earth. It was all becoming real

Leaping puppy unknowingly found lethargy White coat clean as her and food live separately Empty stomach, and she still smiles. Puppy will only be ill for a little while

Equal parts steamed milk, espresso to compliment. Cortado writes poems

God is an omniscient NPC. If you believe that, don’t pray.

King Saul consulted a medium To contact the prophet beyond the grave. The Lord no longer answered his prayers So he pleaded with the medium to practice the very magic he banned.

When the Source leans away, The desperate search for a conduit Even if it’s not the proper channel. When your estranged lover blocks your number, You call her from your friend’s phone. When the scriptures no longer apply When the scriptures no longer vibe Hold horoscope Burn sage Place cerulean stones on your throat To unblock the blessings that haven’t left your mouth since you were newly 24

Ethiopian food joints Copious bus stops Vagabonds, passersby Green line beneath footsteps

Quincy street, My mind has gerrymandered you In favor of my safety. The world is small in this big city. My lover rests on the outskirts Towards the end of the line.

The people who will be my neighbors are still quiet threats, Creeping with their puppies. I see them I know them not My dog needs to relieve herself And I need to find home. Is it the place where I’ll lay my head?
Is it her heart? Her heart that has seen the world But so little of my universe

My dog has found relief for the night. I’m still searching for safety Quincy street, You’re all I know for now

As I looked into your eyes, I saw my future go up in flames. The future that I thought I wanted: Money, status, security. All wrapped in a blaze of ambiguity. Sparks of my true aspiration jumped off the flame Called my name and beckoned me into the burning belief.

I stepped into the fire unscathed And saw it was only my doubt that was set ablaze

Her face is often inquisitive. Questions form around her cheeks, and leave her mouth effortlessly. Though my language is not her first, Her tongue finds ways to contort to English. Gentle yet hesitate smile Pronounced dimples Especially on the left. Subtle semi circles beneath her blue eyes that meet mine when I glance At the beauty mark just below her scalp Placed on the left of her forehead Gliding against her blonde hairline. No blemishes Skin smooth Thin lips Rounded chin Pointed nose Short eyelashes Brows untouched They do not connect Like our faces When our lips slow dance lovingly

Is eternity the space before the cry of infancy and the after-void that succeeds death? Life can’t seem to be measured anymore