You’re probably right
That we’re not “right”
I’m not exactly the faithful type
I’ve been not good to a good man  
Now he’s a beloved friend
I’ve done *****
To every one of them
But they’d probably choose
To love me like that again
Maybe change a few
Moments
But I’d probably choose
To love them again
Too
I believe that’s a promise I can make to you
Mutual respect
Whether or not we see it through
It could last a week
What I see
And what I learn
It would be worth
The burn
If it ever got hot
And a true love ain’t what we got
What it be is still worthy
Even if it be not

The mind plays tricks
Says what it doesn’t mean
When it meant it at the time
Writers have to see their mind
One moment
Splayed out
Never to grow
Stuck in time
Snapshot of the mind

I want to like you
You seem decent enough
But stuck
You use *** as a mask
To hide everything else
While gaining cheap attention for yourself
Can’t say I really blame you
For acting how most young girls do
I should probably blame me more
For expecting different from you

Reading your poems
Made me figure you for
A boy of about sixteen
Imagine my surprise to
Find you’re a man who’s
Sixty three
At first I **** my teeth and think
“This dope is immature”
But being a romantic dreamer
Has a sweet and hopeful allure
So do ya thang
Wrinkled *******
And bring your knowledge to it
You can probably do it way better
Than those young boys do it

I want to taste your sweat
I want to lick clean your ***** places
You’d like that, I’ll bet
I want to untie the knots in your muscles
I want to light the fire under your hustle
I want to make you laugh down in your belly
I want to dance until our legs are jelly
I want to honor you as my muse
I want to feel put to good use
I want your partner to accept a truce
I want you to take a break from the flute
Go down into your roots
Ya Boi likely wants that too
I want to be invisible
To everyone here, but you
I want to be your muse
And for you
To put me to good use

What happens when a bored
Woman
Meets an irresistible Force
Does she, too, become irresistible?
Or does she give way
And step aside
To the inevitable tide
Following the irresistible Force  
She cannot step aside
Of course
Which only proves
The power of the force
Of course

So many songs
I gotta disassociate
From what they used to mean
Happy tunes
Somehow turned blue
Letting go of you
Hopefully
They will remind me
Of somebody new
Soon

Despite the whole bunch of sad poetry
Wondering why that boy ghosted me
I’m  relatively happy
Content and living free
And even though I want to say
“Don’t pay any attention to me”
Doing so would be
An oxymoron to the whole point
Of poetry

Steppin out
I suppose
But the boundaries
Belong where they are
And even though they're indistinct
I know you see them there
You want to skirt them
Push the curve
It's really a beautiful goal
But just remember
The world is not kind to
A beautiful soul

If trees screamed out in agony
Do you think we'd cut them down?
Maybe just more quickly
But we'd probably just
Start ripping them up
Right straight from the ground.  
Until they could no longer
Make a sound
Before we proceed
To chop the trees
Piece by piece
I's before E's
Convenience and ease
Meets unbridled greed

Your loss, boo
Though you’ll never feel it
Missing something you never knew
Hitting me much harder than it hits you
But that don’t make the loss less true
Just because you never knew

I don’t feel free to speak around you
You’ve got a regressed view
A man who ages
But never grows up
Still mentally stuck in a rut
I tolerate your presence
But you haven’t made the friendship cut
And I’d tell you all this
And exactly why
If you were the kind of guy
Who could listen to advice
But you’re not
So I will remain distant and surface nice

You've never been much of a parent to me
Maybe it's too much to ask
Yet lots of people do it for free
A truly thankless task
Until you get old
And can't care for yourself
It will happen to you, too
And when it does
Please don't expect that
I'll be a parent to you

It’s not going according to plan
It is better than
I couldn’t have hoped
When dream becomes reality
And reality even better be
Dream come true
With turbo boost
Hopefully
I still have doubts
In what I think I see
But that probably always happens
When looking at a fantasy

Once he starts paying attention
Again
If he ever does
He’s gonna think to himself
“****, that girl’s kinda endearing in a nutty way
But she sure writes a lot of poetry

It is selfish
Really
That you want to be
The only thing he cares about
You think you've gained something
By taking everything
Away from him
Silly girl trying to play
A game you can never win

We all want to be profound
Reveal some hidden common ground
Search for it through words and prose
Strive to touch both nuns and hoes
That's why they keep poets around
Displayers of the common ground
Right before we tear it down
And build a tunnel underground
Or a bridge, maybe
The problem with poets
You see
Universally known

They can't leave well enough
Alone

At first
I thought it was confidence
But now
I see
You're just too ****
Pushy
Best to push
Away from me
Because I don't push
I kick.
Ya see?

You are like a lemon drop
Make me pucker
But like a sucker
I just can't seem to stop
It's the tingly way you make me feel
Your confidence and grace
You'd be absolutely perfect
If you weren't so **** two-faced
One set of friends
Think you're a brain
With others you play dumb
When you hang out with little kids
I'll bet you **** your thumb

The motivator
Has a thankless task
Nobody wants a kick in the ***
Rolling eyes
Loud sighs
Lots of whines and whys
Poor motivator
Can't make it no more
Now jumping off
Fifth story floor

He started off just like a dream
Perfect guy, now on my team
Smart and funny
Cute and sweet
Well-hung, too
Lots of meat
Perfect really
Just my type
But it was all just blatant hype
He had an issue with jealousy
That at first I didn't see
But his insecurity
Forced me to live in misery
For about a week or two
Pretty quickly we were through
Yet now I sit and miss the guy
He pretended to be
If only I was willing
To believe a fantasy

I wish someone would come along
And I’d be like “Andre who?”
You probably wish that for me too

Sometimes it's simply a lack of choice
No one has a different voice
I'm heading somewhere
And forget my destination
Halfway before I get there
I take a brain vacation
But it doesn't matter
No turns off this zig zag road
Return on some unplanned day
Think maybe I'll go that way
And I wish I had some squash
For dinner
Sometimes it's simply lack of choice

It’s not really love
It never was
It’s just an overblown crush
Shook in the can
Opened in front of that man
Spewing sticky sweet
“I’m your biggest fan”
And as he gets showered
With bubbles and gush
He doesn’t react much
The boy turns away
Like anyone would
Thinking “this crush spewing ***** is up to no good.”
If it was love
It wouldn’t be messy
But it might not have been as sweet
Love has nothing to prove
Nothing to move
Love is already there
I’ve gotta accept
I’ve been a fool
Claiming feelings that don’t compare
Attached to a man
Who I don’t even know
Foolish girl
To make a ghost
The center of my world
Imaginary position
Of great importance
Without even an interview
All that being said
It still feels just as true

I wonder what the neighbors think
Of our
Sidewalk chalk outlines of the kids
Each kid likes to get done twice
Four little bodies outlined on the pavement
What a sight!
Do they feel they’ve encountered a
Grisly crime scene?
Probably not
Considering
The sidewalk chalk tracing is a weekly thing

The Gathering has thus begun
Signs are everywhere
Something magical
Created by faith
Is heavy in the air
It makes no difference
The majority
The poets have set up
The long game
So spectacularly
And in the end
It will be
The poet who tells the stories
So
We win
Already

He wasn’t a mistake
He was a mis (ter)
I couldn’t take

There is no way to play with fire
It can be used
But not played with
Fire wants to be a tool
Not a toy

Look at all these men around
There’s one on the porch
Putting the mail in the box
He’s actually kind of a fox
There’s another mowing his lawn
Low pants showing the top of his moon in the morn
Here a man
There a man
Everywhere a man
Millions in this state, it’s true
So why oh why oh why oh
Why oh why oh why oh
Can’t I want any one of them
Other than you?
So **** set on on the imaginary view
When only the best will do

I bet your skin
Tastes like salt and lemon

Sometimes I wish for the chance to be great
Some opportunity where I can test my metal
And find my fate
If it’s gonna come
It’s coming late
Maybe the problem is
That I wait
Whoever waited
To be great?  
Nobody you’ve heard of, I’m sure
The suggestion, itself, is absurd

You won’t notice my presence
You may not notice me gone
Noticing me
Seems to be
The one thing you do wrong

Sometimes I do it
Fall for the hype
Acting like something is just my type
Not because I want it to be
But because I think
"That could be me,"
But take a step back
And then I can see
It's something I'd never want to be

He’s not a star
He’s a constellation
Cluster of brights
Far
Far                                                     Away
Ever  elusive 👽
Yet
Shiny brilliant light
Prone to a shoot ☄️
Just as soon as one sees
Off goes one of Apollo’s feet
Ever so far away from me

Letting go is easy
When it wasn’t real
So why is this hard?
Thin air and thought patterns
Connection invented
Somehow cemented
Me to this yard
Even though it isn’t real
Letting go is hard

I didn’t crawl through shards of glass
I didn’t have to scoot upon my ***
I’ve never walked through any fire
Never balanced upon a thin high wire
I wasn’t forced through an electrified grid
But I got no head start, like others did

Your silence screams so loud at me
******* out my energy
I strain for a sound
Hopefully
It doesn’t help to beg
But
Please

Geese love to announce themselves
Repeatedly
The hopeful honking
A gaggle of geese

Is it a credit to me
That I’m not as bad as I should be?
I had it hard and didn’t crumble
Whoopie
I’d rather have had it easy

I know you’re not right in the head
Mind tricks via chemistry
The opposite of magic, it be
But I’m wrong in the head
Coincidentally
In the right places
To make closer to you somewhere I would like to be
The somethings wrong with you
Might turn right
When mixed with
The somethings wrong with me
You can see better than me
And it must be
As I believe
Because if it wasn’t
You’d have said that
Somehow
To me
Kindly
This I believe

You the closest to perfect
I ever seen
Any place I’ve ever been
Might’ve had someone good
Beautiful
Smelling like fresh cedar wood
But it’s deeper than that
What comes from you
It’s pure and raw and true
Goosebumps galore
From every pore
Wish you’d bang me til my
***** was sore
Til that poor kitty cat can’t take no more
Settling some ancient score
Finish spent
To refill the core

I am defiantly
Expecting a miracle
Who the **** I think I be?
Worthy?
Why not me?  
I strived real hard
Deservedly
That’s how it seems
To me
Feeling worthy
But it depends upon
What you believe
Which, frankly
Is not a knock on me
I am still worthy
Regardless of what you see
Miracle-lessly