on waiting for your lover in prison and other private rituals of the 21st century

December 15, 2010 § 2 Comments

 

On waiting for your lover in prison and other private rituals of the 21st century

 

my only time in jail was the week before obama’s inauguration. hope is an aphrodisiac falling out of love

 

tonight, beer glass next to lighter, plastic beads in one hand, pen in the other. flip a lucky in the back of the pack , shoo a fly away with a burning tip inhale let the soul slip.  i flip three coins ask who will my lover be once he emerges from the other side/ still pay attention to this little lady who used to write poems about suicide?

 

My eyes follow the sky birds, lets make an adventure this morning we ride our fate

 

Hearts break when you use them as bait, trying to catch the sun cause the sun always escapes the black bars of paradise

 

fagr call to prayer via text message, but i am already awake.

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