purple fading kisses to the sun,
waving goodbye into another day and timezone
as I am here missing you
counting seconds,
counting stars.
I sat on the bus today,
center of attention,
fading away into a sea of discomfort and mania,
I forget English,
people talking to me
surrounding, laughing,
center of the frenzy.
I arrive to drums and weed smoke,
brand new sage leaves
wrapped in white and black strings
I come to the witch doctors in urgency.
Older men talking to me about
entities taking over my house, and my mother.
My girlfriend is the doorway to multiple realms,
spirits come to her to lead them.
The lights got low and the cold stuck on my bones.
I feel alone.
I want lonely times and broken hearts,
a siren is singing her poison near by.
She's beautiful, here.
I forget English,
someone is talking to me.
I follow the yellow brick road to the 57 bus stop in oakland
Hearing my thoughts,
speaking through the waves of power in the air
somewhere subconsciously picking up
the signals of my girlfriend's state of mind.
We are connected so deeply,
roots all the same.
I see black faces with fish eyez and wide gold grins
I see black clouds gathering for more rainfall
I see the path, not too far off.
a blunt in one hand, self medicating.
And then I get home and sleep.
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