listening to steve lacy i get the same feeling i had when i last saw your face
Mine lit up as bright as egyptian cities in the summer
(Its like 1:45 in the morning and im stupidly writing a poem about a boy)
The cadence of the garage band sound production reverberates through me, much like when you first spoke to me
But even when you weren’t speaking i knew what u said
I heard you say nothing over the rumbling of the 6 train beneath us
My heart was racing followed by unbalanced walking closer to you
But it faded the more you walked beside me
And soon i forgot about myself
But at the same time everything was about me
About everything we liked
It was too much
I dont know why God decided to bless me and curse me with the presence of a possessed angel yet i know his plan is definite
At least thats what i think my dad would say
If i could tell him about you
Brooklyn, books, comics, frank, observations, and
About your fear of birds
I’m realizing I flew away I’m sorry
I had to
You were never really in my peripheral i saw you with both eyes
Like a new color added to my life’s palette
An unprecedented confusing cool slick sweet sexy new color
Shade of blank
Painted across the canvas of the evening downtown
But laying here the art has turned grey
Maybe its just my conceit.
I see myself in you, is that why
As i listen to hate cd i wonder if i hate our connection or if i hate the situation as a whole
“I hate coming down”
I hated meeting you
I hated leaving you
And i hate missing you
