expectations laying on me
i need new things to think of
friends no longer a subject of we
these are me and mine to deal with
breaking down metaphysical
the physical weighing on my mental
expectations cluster around
magnify, see the visual
bad day mirror talk I can’t even look
straight
words fog up the headscape
steam rises please ventilate
too many lines I’m ahead of time
expectations turn the world into a drag race
i put petal to the metal yet i look down upon where my feet are placed
foot on the break
The car crumbles and shakes
Expectations destroy me
Nothing is achieved until i feel peace
yet my head and heart fall in pieces
Please expectations no need for this please
invest in the perception of freedom where expectations become the preachers
Abandonment is scary but it is a solution
We are all lost children

Purple. Gold. Turnaround. Fade.
24.
Swish.
Black Mamba gone
All I can fathom is Clemente
City of Angels - City of Bridges
They rise - They fall
All of us come and go.

Well R.I.P Mac Miller
A kid who walked the same streets as me
A kid who just came up on the scene
No one knew what he had been through
Except for the drug use he went through
Puncturing his veins
Now whenever people say his name, they will say it in vain.
Nothing will ever be the same, when I walk those streets today.

One day I’ll tell you about the great rhinoceros
And how people killed it
And how I feel bad for it
For I feel more for the rhino than our spoiled kind

one has long hair
a dented smile
and reflective blue eyes he’s
a real-life version of a four-year old’s self-portrait-
Pencily, stick-figurey, and an infectious smile of innocence

two thinks with his heart
and channels it through laughter
a visual artist all the latter
skin like caramel
in the late summer
even etched in him are
tattoos of things that live

three is a bird
and my friends say that ironically
but i won’t
because he will fly
to the top of the sky
and will never look down on you

four is me

big bold and brown
they’re on the ground
again
autumn is knocking on august’s door