The Impatient Years

Take time to unfold 

what's been thrown 

underneath your bed 

& willfully forgotten

Lost souls asking ghosts 

for directions being told to 

follow the reminders of jazz

matches don't last long enough 

when you're trying to relight reasons 

to play Ella
keep yourself at a distance 

whenever no home Molly 

          looks at empty spooons

king sized beds invaded by hipsters 

who found swallowed keys in untrashed 

alleys
compensate me no mind

   as i attempt 

to not look like every face 

on the street you've ever seen
       meet me at the drugstore with your humble intent (secretly) laced wit’ an appetite to see what see she looks like underneath
——- freckles on her backside 

inspire your next composition, 

      because of how much they 

remind you of the night you were distracted away from freaks because of how the constellation looked that night…

the comfortable silence that came along 

when you both took the time 

to take notice to someone introducing 

themselves on walls

a thousand words written with one pen 

could never express the color 

they expressed in one name

hookers caught off guard 

with questions about 

what they like on their cake or pie 

before they work for that pretty dress they saw on Haye
stutters in her tearful song of mama's favorite has her wishing that we both could just get down to business… 

as she feels the growing pains of getting closer to where she really wants to be
       she told me she didn't need my money, but asked me if she could keep the change.progress