it has been awhile
hey,
can i join you
what are you drinking
i know it’s been awhile
can i top you off
never wrote us off
just wondered
after those years apart
where we could have been;
i see it in my dreams
it’s usually my fault
maybe we could get dinner
i would love to hear
how we both ended up
at this bar
with each other
i am sorry,
i could give you every excuse in the book:
four classes and work
pokemon is calling my name
toxicity leaks from veins,
yet nothing grieves me more
knowing i kept you on hold
i can say i will make it up to you,
but this stylish line only dazzles
in a mirror,
you deserve better
it’s just not in my veins
something new
with an old twist
breaking habits
is harder then pulling teeth
i didn’t believe
so you left,
your dreams were to big
for my eyes
floating to a planet
that i didn’t know existed,
i see you on tv from time to time
talking about your rhymes in your prime
how you dropped bedtime for a dime,
i remember those times,
you’d like me more now
you’re a beast out in tao
never needed any vow
just someone to do it all with
you came to early
eyes still pearly
walkin’ to 7-11 for a slurpee
not giving a shit
it’s the end of that skit
we ride for our own
we don’t take names
we don’t take statements
we take answers
pin them to the back of our bikes
just for show;
my number
is called upon often
defusing bombs
will they
be there
to do the same,
or will i be alone
watching an hourglass sink
down down to zero
and my last memory
will be of a bomb
that didn’t belong to me
it’s over.
the smiles of the veterans
stories of war
memories of their loved ones
all in a photo
i’ll remember you Mr. Logan,
it was just a place of business
like any other
your stories made it like any other
i am going to miss it,
wish i got the chance to tell you
that will be gone
to point you to a worthy place for your stories
an ear that would care;
i’m sure you’re having a drink with your son right now
reminiscing;
enjoy the day bud,
you’ve earned it
the wanderer has no reflection
a boulder tumbling down a road
left bloody by her wife
wonderous by her mistress
alone by her husband
the wanderer has no reflection
they; walk
to find
something
a no name feeling
a response to a question
on a dotted line
written in invisible ink
revealed by
well
the wanderer doesn’t know
if you know
and you see the wanderer
on the road you avoid most
let her know
she misses her wife
pick ya feet up
not a three legged pup
i watched you sprint up and down the street
screaming from a stop sign you don’t know defeat
now limping around
on the stand is a crown
lyin’ around
now you got your feet up
stay up you are ’bouta blow up
don’t move; this is your close up
hit it with concrete
keep your receipt
you’re on the hot seat;
goodbye-
we fall
we rise
we find each other at the bottom
it’s not where we started but we here
here at a fountain;
throwin’ dimes
wishin’ for a miracle:
feedin’ weedin’ threw the muk at the bottom
can i get a dolla fifty?
fifty begging for air
yet
we got here
out of the weeds
through the open doors
into a day
where we could breathe fresh air
where the mornings are filled with jelly toast and cartoons
where the nights are not filled with open prayers and sealed letters
and this is Troy
