Concrete dreams and pavement
Slow down but hit the ground with gusto
Big Bus Chicago tours squeaks and skates past me
Green lemon tea,
If I want something
I ink my name all over it.

When asked her name she said it
As if it were a magic spell.

On the high of it all
Let it last, lets contemplate what gives us a rush
Faces and faces pass by me
I wonder what all they have seen and heard.

Sometimes in the back of my mind
When men speak to me
Particularly when they seem to
Be so oblivious
I'll just imagine
Exactly what they must look like
As they ****** with their gut out.

The sounds they must make
Or the look in their eyes
In their most vulnerable position.

I told a man I was dating once
This secret of mine
It made him jealous
He lives in Latin America now
And he really wasn't cute at all
But I liked how young he made me feel.

Got that after glow on my limbs
I shot him a message
Cuz I don't give a ****
I go for what I want.

A little boy and little girl
Young ones
Sit next to me
I soak up their presence
Their days
I feel the happiest I've felt all week.

Invited to this or that
It becomes harder and harder to say no
With the weather agreeing
But I've gotta keep me head on straight
But today, today
I let myself release.

I have so much more to say.
I think its time for another poem.