It's killin' me,
the way you always
heed my silent becks
to the cat's cradle
for the dim-dusked
shimmyings we do,
for the middle of the courts
hopscotchin' we improv
in the
catacorner criss-crosses
we continue to let
splash
in the middle of our
bashing pool.
stakes are
brimstoned
high
this time-
higher than the dizzy chicks
with flower magic
stick-on things
not really covering their ******* -
their faith's got them
grinning down
proudly
to the matrix hubbub below,
from the drooping shoulders
of their guy bits
in matching flowers
('cause we're all one here
yeah? - yeah!).
tonka tricks
litterin' my walkway -
slinkin' around,
tryna play on with
the big cats -
instead,
just trippin' up my
flutter game -
chill out.
i mean,
i'm not complainin'
'bout the mess your
charcoal lashes keep
leavin'
after payin their
naughty boy dues
to them round things
just one step down -
makin' love to
the apples bobbin'
in cheeky
conversation.
i've kinda got this
cheshire thing goin' on -
the way my smile swells
too slowly for you -
showin' off whiffs of
those secret things
the ones i only hold onto to
to keep rattlin' your cage
with the big toys
i keep tellin' you
you can't have.
but
you keep
swimmin' in that pool
of excessive *****
traps
thinkin' there's a way
to ****** the magic
carpet from beneath my
bottom,
believing some dumbly
that your charcoal
is the only fire starter i'll ever want
markin' up my agenda.
you're screamin' a bit too loud
now, Cubby -
readin' to me the words
i can't see written across
my face.
I can't see 'em
without a mirror,
though i can feel the letters
being etched into my skin
with every flipped card
i wasn't
necessarily
tryin' to flip.
but, honey
i got cosmic dust
stored in my fingertips
a special
spunky mix
i like to throw down on
in the kitchen with
the sandman's concoctions -
plan A and plan B
it's a fight just to see in -
need to be prepared
for whatever is comin'.
though you ain't snatched
the rug yet,
i'm lollygaggin' on the
tip of the edge
my carpet's doin this
rufflin' thing -
and i'm slippin'.
you got me
colonizin' your corduroys
draggin' my stirred and ragged heart
behind me -
too sturdy and ambitious
in its wild-hearted
persistence.
gonna bust open
this fruit bloom, here
if it takes me all day
and all night.
I am
an ant,
looking for salvation
in big places.