subways
i know you're there
i can still find traces of your scent in the digital air
in this internet mess i still find bits of your hair
i remember the time that me and you bounced through this city with no cares
hands ripping
that towel rack off of the wall
i don't recall anything i said that wouldn't warrant a response
and if you're still around why won't you say? mon dieu alfonse
i'm just checking up on a friend, because that's what we are
my life is kind of exciting, i bought a car
spoke to the largest slam poetry audience so far
i'm joining the peace corp
still working the parking
still finishing up all the tattoos marking
times when you knew me i had less
still trying to pump words out of this wheezy chest
playing with a band
it sounds great
we rock hard
don't make me believe i was just fodder for your art
i'm not reaching out
i don't need help
i don't need anyone except for myself
so put whatever hang ups you have on the shelf
let me know you're alive because you said it yourself
friends wouldn't do that to each other
and now you can treat me like a little brother
and it's pure coincidence that at some point we were lovers
and i don't want another mother
make time to tell me some joy in your life
the last message it sounded like you'd handled strife
in stride, eyes open and very awake
did you know all my journal entries are half fake?
this binary blogs a mouthpiece for strife
and i know soon enough you'll be a good man's wife
but i honestly don't care
so:
don't be timid
don't rhymebite my cyber-bits
we all know cyber voyeurism is for perverts and half wits
and
don't be an asshole just because you have tits
i hold you to a higher standard than most
remember the letters that never made it to post?
it's not fair
because you're obviously entertained
but i must assume you don't care