Day in love

Ima give you this game, you gon give me this money... How

old are you? I hate to emphasize.

face. grimace.

size you up, discuss the terms.

(mutual benefits)

think about it… alone, of course.

day in love

I go home to my roses

& dance in his arms

money, listen to it sparkle

money & love. I’m missing the point

of what’s left..

it’ll be a 7’o sharp

rehearsal. there’d be curiousity

lingering in the air

like smoke—

there'd be silence until it broke—

& time, grew us

into specified passions

as we wipe our instruments,

stretch our legs..

then we mix & muse

til we fuse into 10 months of

a show.

now, it’s time to go..