my time is now.
dancing at midnight
full of whiskey and jazz
in a flickering subway station
with scuffed feet and smudged cheeks
and when the next train passes
i become a deadly blur.

my time is now.
riding my little cousin's bike
through downtown midnight streets
screaming jazz and eating smog
like it's my last sacred meal
and crying actual tears
from my hollowed-out eyes
for the lonely and beaten-down
trumpet players of jerusalem.

my time is now.
there are words in my bones
and i'm drilling into flesh
with a typewriter's hammer
and only a vague sense of direction
and no love of money
pockets empty and my head
is full of swinging jazz
and milky clouds
and smiling women.

i spent that whole night sweating
lying beside you in bed
delicately ******* that spot
on the small of your back
but not even breathing
in fear of
your
waking.

i use these
as an excuse
for new material--

baffling?

no new treats
for me
on hellopoetry,
please
wait while i
****
myself.

lying on a beach
looking up at the clouds
same idea perched
on both of our mouths,
i am a bird on a window sill
you're a song upon my lips
i will sing you to the trees and hills
and place your hands
upon my hips.

i stole glances at you
as you tried ignoring me
you were focused on the view
and you were all i could see
that night i saw you dancing
you were young, wild, and free,
and tonight i'm not alone,
because you're lying
next to me.