I Dreamt of a World and Called it 'Love'

New poem I wrote + why I do what I do.

baby it’s all irrelevant

and yet;

through purple breath

the sky throws itself a tantrum

in its way

it says both loudly and in silence

“enjoy me unburdened”

and so I hold on to Brooklyn

unbridled and mad as we were

there she goes again

flashing her lighter like a flare into thick bolts of midnight

so that even from my balcony across town

I can still hear the cigarette burn to ash

when you’re beautiful, everyone listens to you

we snicker at their fallacy

we speak only in honeyed tongue

we make good on our promises

this obsession is for us to enjoy

in chasing pink, I found red

branded by an indelible maker’s mark

I found out that what ‘should’ can do, is what ‘should’ can ruin

can’t you hear how loud I feel?

it’s all such a silly serendipitous string of happenstance and coincidence

this glorious life under the sun

and yet;

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Whenever my fingers hurt from stroking the sun, I find it’s time to retreat. I collect life then recede from it’s spotlight to make sense of the information, review my notes and parse out what is mine to keep or what is merely fool’s gold. This is how I keep from accumulating too much and flooding my systems. I’m greatly influenced by people in the sense that I am immediately able to sense a motive or attitude within minutes of meeting. (Momma always told me I was insightful and to this day it is one of the earliest compliments on something other than my physical appearance that I can recall). I adjust accordingly, be what the other party wants me to be, if I care to go along with it that is.