i wanna talk
back to
my past and watch
it cry.
i speak
abruptly at times
in the hopes of spreadin
wild words in our mornings
that will lend our night
times smooth nouns that
light fires
and spread my pores
full of smiles.
u gon be my man
after you look on me
and see not a trace
of the past. I’m present
just moving toward my
future…our future
and I wanna move at break-neck
speed, can you dig?
'House of Atreus' Publishing 2007
