Green duty
Two boys, talking one and thirty-five.
The smoke passes my eyes
Twisting and turning out the window.
Brown, clean and square.
Cold, damp, weeping trees outside the cold will the michigan rain on their backs.
The train creeps by slowly through town following the cloud racing pass.
Quiet whispers wondering where im at
For that fact, i am gone
Floating back.

Subtitles reading quickly
Hoping not to miss a
Eyes bouncing back and forth
Loud old lady
Two rows ahead, why didnt someone come with you?
Why are you coughing so hard?
Drink some of that water in the bottle
In your hand
Okay, cough all over it.
I missed two lines.
The movie goes on
The movie goes on
"Shoot"
The old lady shouts.
She was right.
Watching the old lady watching the movie
No one watching me.
French film.

Driveways long and wide meant for cars,
Driving up and down and back and forth
To and from.
Driveways cold and hard meant for basketballs,
Dribble dribble, hook shot, jump.
Driveways with him, soft and warm,
watching thick cigar smoke roll out his mouth; the lonely stars as our company.
My hair rich with the consuming linger of grey puffs my tongue licking slowing up his strong neck.
His heartbeat in my ear.
My hand behind his head.
Driveways meant for moments, meant to provide a path only to stand still.

its seven in the morning
no I do care
I spent the whole night watching you
bare it all, in a drunken glare
laughing and joking without a care
my red shirt separating me from you
as if I was black and you were blue
i try to uphold the law
but you make it hard
buying that power from the hotel guard
it reeks of bud
you eyes are shot
your muscle flexed
and your heart stopped
I am bleeding
waiting for you
I look right on pass
as if it were right on cue.

Palm Trees dancing
slices of pears
voice mail blinking
unrefined stares.
Laughs in the wind
cold sweats
finger tapping
non-compassionate glares.
drink.
sallow.
drink.
sleep.
****.
eat.
sleep.

I guess, I don't have to lie.
I guess, I shouldn't be afraid
and not get the best of myself.
I guess, I should try to stop being my own threat.
I guess, I shouldn't be myself up
and not let things pile up around me.
Smoking cig after cig in a tiny apartment won't fit even my smallest dream.
I am brave.
Things I cannot control,
eat me alive.
I make choices that I have to face and so does he, she, her and him.
I raise, I stand, I fall.

I'm 30 hours away from home
zoom.
I'm hoping high fives can be heard around the world
pow.
I understand one word every thirteen words
geez.
My voice is so loud
boom.
There is a wall built between cutlures like it or not
woof.
149 days until I can depart and find myself back where I was
But not who I was.