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..