KICKING IT
In my head jumping around
are images interspersed with
feelings about guilt and sadness
that make me fly, thats the
wack part
So I’m flying all around
a little stressed but flying
none then less, with no definite
landing in site just the goal of
finding you in this big cloud garden.
I have no idea where you are but
I feel that your close
Its probably because you’re down
the block and we dream at the
same time frequently. Whats up I
say descending. You catch me in
the air and the bottoms of my feet
are still skyward. you embrace me for
a long time, until I start to level out.
You ask me why didn’t I use the key
I’m like, “I flew all the way here for
this?” You tell me everyone is inside.
I think they aren’t my relatives
they consider me one of theirs
because of the way you talk about me
when I’m not around. Your hat looks
funny with your ponytail; you ask me
if I want coffee or beer.
I don’t say anything
because the long summer
sun has successfully set another day
without catastrophe and I’m glad we’re
kicking it.
