SKiP
I am up above the clouds, “Wow.”
While my life is somewhere deep down below.
Up near the sun I am numb in its warm glow,
while my path is masked, ever so fast, by snow.
‘Cold’ is an understatement.
This frigid hole is somewhere below the inverse of what my age is.
My book of life: Twenty-five pages.
Not one chapter, that comes after I’m wasted.
Yes, after my death.
They might say I’m overdue, but I’ve got years left.
I’ve got a son on the way that I’ve got to raise
to steer clear of me and his mama’s stupid ways.
‘Cause the Lord knows I’ve made mistakes,
and Im-a do all I can to break the chain straight down the middle
look back a little just to see where I’ve been……..
so I don’t trip over them, again.
…Through the air we swim
taking advantage of the big things like oxygen
throw rocks through them
like holes in a chain-link fence
and miss the point in everything that I just spit
Enraged and caged laid on these satin sheets
to cover up your feet and the fact that nothing here is still unique.
So we sneak dreams into sleep
and feast on a weak portrayal of the opposite of bleek.
I’m sitting here drinking cappuccino. Its 3:20am. I’m about to end my five days in the apartment streak. My plane leaves in about two hours. I spent my birthday alone in this apartment because pressure and the fear of boredom was more important than what some people claim to be true.
Shits different now.
A quarter century and I’m still learning SO MUCH SHIT.
_Tru
P.S. I’m so glad to be seeing my family in AZ and CA. Really, they’re what makes me.
