We Are All

Wanting

“But it’s to diiiiiiiieeee for!”
“It must be mine now!”

We all reach and climb
And jump and squeal
For the things we want
But don’t need

The wool pulled freshly off the sheep
Taped to the forefront of our eyelids
Rest securely in it’s place
Till the damage set fire to the already existing flames
Till you’re stuck with the 2 year contract of an underused overpaid phone

Ignorant

“But daddy I love him!”

We all love sometimes and drown sometimes
In tears we shed of heartache sometimes
Best friend texting “uh bitch I told you not to”
Head yelling “fuck this love shit”

Tug-o-waring with Lucifer himself and losing
Whip lashing, back lashing what that mirror reflects
Bleeding stained make-up tears, how could this have been worth the fall!
So butt hurt; Is there a way to erase it all?

Stupid

“The sun will come out, next Wednesday because fuck Mondays.”

We all laugh with liquor drooling
Tip toeing in our Jordans
Farting and blaming John
Wanting for heaven to call
Bobbing and weaving Mosquitos and all
Not be able to stand at all
“The thing about a body…is it can’t move if there’s no groove”
“What the hell are you saying?!”

But only sometimes

We are all
Wanting
Ignorant
And stupid…

Sometimes

On NOT Being: An Adult

Immaturity is flabbergasting and flamboyant
Faintly prescribed as fun

A painkiller for the dull, moNOTonous,
9 two 5 cubicle life a certain individual who devastatingly wishes not to have

If you wish to acquire a woman with perforated edges, I must warn you, you are reading the wrong composition, in the wrong facility and wasting this books’ tick tock tick on the grandfather clock
Take flight, if you must, to the nearest wherever the hell to find your platonic perspective,
stuck in green goo, robot for a body woman

You see my edges are a tad wiggly like a child ripping out bounded pages.
Untamed edges like wild lions, tigers and hares. Smooth page with perfect straight jacket blue lines.

I’m gravely aware of my worth
However if the goofy playing tricks on Mickey side of me
is much too much for your “mature” soul to bear.
Allow me to redirect you to your other left
in the direction of a pure hell bound perfection of a woman

I am a girl, a young lady, if you dare,
who’s mind will wander to Neverland and back around the world in 20 days
with a energetic sway and Hey! If this is not the product of a life you aim to achieve,
the door is over yonder. Use it if you please

“If you could just be an adult for a millisecond that would be greatly appreciated”

Fuck you for coming have a slightly terrible day please.

“Is this adult enough for you sir?”

On Being: …Just for you

Ghosts can’t be taken care of
They can only be found at the most convenience
I’d be an abandoned house just for you to inhabit it

Habits die easy with you
They twitter away with each letter drifting off like tumble weeds

Honeymoon Ave. no longer visible in the rearview

 

As the stereo continues to pulse those Bobby Brown tunes
The ride drags on like we’re running out of gas
And the cans, fettered to our Lincoln town car, bump a slow rumble
The road gets longer and winds around in Cirque De Solé twists
And we’re blowing up steam from the hood

 

“You’re a pain in my anus.”
“I think we’re in grave danger.” a mumble submerges

 

Wondering if this a gift or a curse
Wondering if I can be just for you

 

Who Drank All The Wine (Revised)

I want to feel the room spin
Like I’ve been riding on a haunted Kingdom Ka Wonderwheel
I want scrambled eggs brains
frying away each insecurities with grease slithering down a slippery throat

The wine swims like blood in these viens

“Who drank all the wine!?”
Banshee screaming
Wallet gleaming fluffy white dust bunnies
“Damnit!”

Who!? Who?! Who!?

The owls whoo in the dark of the beginning night

“You.”

A dirty smeared mirror reveals
an electric shock of black bushy hair
on a scratched, tear stained brown black shadowed face

Who, Who, Who

On Being Quiet

 

Have you ever heard the silence
Sweep over your wild subconscious mind?

Have you ever actually listened to the birds
Ceerp in the distance of the woods?

I usually just make up conversations.

Why is it possible that silence
,in all its’ unknown glory,
seem to be
inevitably impossible for me?

Maybe I think the Boggeyman will suddenly reemerge.

Have you ever noticed the silence
and how its’ presence is always lurking but being lacerated?

Have you ever, like for real, paid attention
to the echoing boom of nothing?

Not I, that shit is weird.

I need the oh nah nah pounding of R&B hits
Or the silly giggle of a child
Or the annoying, shut the fuck up dog, barking in the backyard
Or the whispering “I Love You”‘s hanging on the wind

It drowns out the screeching quiet 
Thank God

Butter Flies

Don’t touch him, other female
Can’t you read the stamped in fire red ink forehead
“Mine- another female”

Butterflies love a good stomach
to gnaw and sink their teeny tiny pincers into
causing the heart to pump something
OTHER
than sex driven, in and out yearning, desires

“Ew”

Feelings- oh they override circuit boards
and cause you to text first and check first
suddenly their blooming smile becomes the core of your happiness
not love, just infatuated like
What ever happened to be the tortoise in the race
Rather than running out at the hare’s pace

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock

The time pass faster than Happy Hour- half off cocktail sale

I’m trying to get stuck in paste
than run a race that leaves
this sour taste of “feelings” oozing on my face

So I can zoom in on I
eyes blinking dark brown
Damnit, I’m thinking of your smile

Bored

“Fuck counting sheep
They never put me to sleep”

Two pairs of deep delicious brown eyes lay staring off into
different directions

One bashful pair open and glancing around the room
One sleepy pair closing, rolling over to imaginary lands

“Hey, are you awake?”

Murmurs escape a sealed mouth
The room roared it’s silent whispers

“Babe?”

The whoosh of the breeze breezed past the silk curtains

How does one value that priceless piece of art
that hangs crookedly on the newly painted wall
When they grow tired of looking and looking
and no touching, no doing, no nothing
but looking and hoping

The eyes would suddenly twitch ONCE
or the color would magically change on the walls

“Someone should really paint these walls…”

Acceptance

Ladies flip your freshly paid for weaves
curl your ends like deep spiral stairs
color those lids in sparkling golds
matching bra and thong- it’s gunna be a wild night
phone on vibrate- tell your man you’ll be back

Tonight we’re going out

Ruby red slippers become 5 inch spiked heels
Shake off the double shift, overtime underpaid week with the reggae grinding it out
“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.” the women giggle with exploding red lips

White button ups slip into sleeveless, sensual bodycons
Twerk off in the middle of the strobe lit, hardwood floor
“We can’t stop, We won’t stop!” the women shout with swiveling hips

Who says guys get to have all the fun !

Blue uniforms scope out the street with magnifying glasses on bouncing breasts
Strut that Naomi Campbell walk like life was one big party
“Freeze! Now put your hands in the air and wave ‘em like you just don’t care!”Dj says

Happy hour becomes happy night
Chasing vodka with tequila, chasing tequila with a grind, chasing a grind with a shot
Beep Boop “Babe, what are you doing?” Awkward…

Wrinkling grandmothers will look on with disappointing dropping eyes

Declare your independence with your favorite gals
You’re not a whore because you shake what yo momma gave ya
You’re not a whore because you’re stained “Devil Red” tonight
You’re not a whore because you want a little fun
Elders dropped it low once too

So break ya back
Stomp your heels
Live your life just as you feel
And when the night is through
Pick up your phone and say “Nothing chilling, how about you?”

Accept You