suppose you stop listening to your mother

you could say ******* to curfew.
suppose you tripped on shrooms
you would feel colors bloom.
suppose you birthed eggshells
the coop would have a new chicken.
suppose you read a book
you might learn some valuable ****.
suppose the sinners went to church
they could drink Jesus's blood for free.

the old woman
scrambles an egg,
the man at the corner
fries his brain.

full moon,
college kids **** kegs,
wallflowers paint
red ocean baptisms.

the moment we are born
we are dying.
mortality forcing metamorphosis.
a road-trip of adolescence.
slipping into cali oceans,
baptizing bodies in
*** and drugs.
aren't we all sinners?
the bed creeks with
sounds of passion,
gasps of breath.
zippers unzip, shirts are peeled
off skin, like bananas.
a monkeys favorite treat.
lips meet neck.
tongues weave through organs.
the pulsing addiction for the
forbidden fruit.
the garden of Eden is now swirls of
vanilla and caramel,
intertwining fingers
between passes of a j.
time feeds the day with
sunshine and fear.
while sinners accept mortality.

i want this flower to bloom.
i want the bees to **** the nectar out of me
like, a good morning kiss,
wet and addictive.
i want your fingers vined around my throat,
as I puff syllables of smoke out.
i want the hummingbirds to caress my ears in lullabies.
i want my stem to arch on the flower bed.
i want your hazel eyes to dazzle in mine.
i want the stars to constellate us under the moon.
i want to find you in these sheets of darkness.
i want to collapse on you like a sunset,
slowly and then all at once.
i want to end with the scream of a mandrake root.

a walk along
the water
sunrise peaking
over mangroves.
sea salt memories
of pedestrian
good mornings.
they smell of
sunscreen and naps.
never failing to
wave back.

the sun peaks thru
my window blinds.
the birds hum
their offerings.
the wind brushes
weight off my shoulders
in between puffs of tree.
Erykah Badu
vibrates my solar plexus.
mornings like this
remind me why
i am alive,
there is work to contrive.