If That Makes Sense (poem)

Communicate—

tell the world

how wild your fantasies get

on a Tuesday, after Bible study,

when you studied your partner’s breast

in that low cut V-neck sweater.

They were talkin’ Soloman,

but all you could think was Mary of Magdalene

because that bitch was the biggest whore in the Bible,

and those breast made even Peter contemplate,

my God, how glorious and great thou art!

Relate—

Human desire is the

cure to boredom, like

hanging out till 2, smokin’ and enjoyin’

not wanting to go home,

asking strangers to go to

the breakfast king, with no other intentions

other than, avoiding home.

Because even if you’ve reached that goal

of becoming roommate-less,

sometime you just want to be

out of your own skin in the company of

others, free in your essence in the

presence of someone you just met.

To be young and free,

or

old and unattached,

speaking on latch-key kids of the 80’s,

world wide wonder filled cities;

we are conductors connected to energies

silently filling the void with our expression

of what right, ought to be

Because sometimes

the point is to be pointless,

and we make it a point to be random…

if that fits in the box of the

theory of chaos

Be cautious in your dreams of

being discovered, because you are already

here.