this neighborhood,
thus far my kingdom,
where we ride our carriage
upon two wheels and a helmet
the royal banquet
we acquired at the local corner store;
on our heads:
spiky,
*****,
greasy hair.
We wear it like a crown, and that makes of us kings.

As her shoulder bared,
he stopped to stare.
Her words, were not words anymore
They were but vowels, and consonants,
etched together;
they were only music as her skin shined
his eyes followed, as his ears stayed behind
until he couldn't hear her no's
Now, they were only sounds
And he, was only bone

the other day, as i walked down the town
i saw a spiral staircase.
Like a snail's shell or a
hurricane,
the spiral seemed to lead you up, but down
at the same time
so I crawled down the spiral hole,
only to find myself lifted, above all ground

the room was dusty, but not really
It had a sort of
feeling
associated with children,
chalk, and water drops

we composed
each centimeter
of the circle
on the floor.
we sat down in our differences
and in our union.
in the sentences that made us brothers,
and the words that made us more like distant relatives,
cousins;
distant, maybe, but not really.
Brotherhood came in the form of a sphere on the ground
and us talking making up for the dimension
The room was dusty
but not really

The city gleamed with shiny
The lights blinding, in a good way
You finally understood that old song you heard your grandfather sing once
About a city that never sleeps
How would I fit into those jazz shoes, coming from my little town blues?
I was everything

The mirror used to look at you like a snake
A predator
People often mistook your shouting for help as a
Hip, or a hooray,
When your hips shimmied across that floor
Black, and ***** with joy

I used to sleep in the dreadful bare silence
I used to learn my words before I spoke them
I used to study your eyes like the map of your world
so i could melt into your world
like butter
You used to tell me it would be okay in the morning
and I would change my mind
You used to wait for me to kick and scream into the void until my fire put out and I sighed
A sigh of relief, i sighed because you were there
brushing my hair, and twirling my feet
until my life was complete