Monday, January 16, 2006

 

I have not forgotten you, tho your scent has changed. I miss your unknowable questioning. The train rides are silent and the el does not sound like joy as sun ra has said. We disagree about things that should be the obvious. I want to touch you and I cant even tell you that. Why should it be so different? I have seen your smile, and I know that smirk means more than that you’d like a hug. I’m no fool.

Breakin’ my heart, you are. I’m certain there are other men like me who woo you, hope to even get a returned phone call. You must have many on your dance card. Your slim frame, slinking to the beat, funky music wrapping itself in your moves and the floor shaking around me as my sweaty palms are wiped against my pants. I hope you don’t discount me as a suitor. I could be calm and collective if only I could stop thinking about whether or not I was gonna trip and fall as I talk with you in my clumsiness.

Oh lord you dropped that bomb on me, don’t let em, don’t let em, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it, be-bop it on me. You done me in, baby, yeah you did.

posted by Hog 4:38 PM