If I’m a pie and cry sweet apple ooze on a spoon
would you eat me over the sink
like a secret or a shot of booze?
If happiness is more dreadful than contentment
complacency is a scandal denying any statements.
Do rapists know their victims
are leaking redemption-like hymns
as they lie there drip drool and tears
in their hair?
Do black women hold disdain in a tight-gripped
do-rag at the sight
of a white woman’s long hair
windy with shag?
If an alcoholic decides to take just one sip
has he hoarded his home with sanctity betrothed?
A baby groans, babbles in his crib,
does some god listen with disinterest?
Do friends who kiss keep a list
of all the lips they’d wished were you?
Does a moon of blue hum out of tune
so the bees can harvest a flower’s womb?
A smoker loves a solitary sit-down,
do you breathe me like nicotine without sound?
If I were your bed-side would you pray
that I could be the time ticking away
drifting your heart away, away,
to an astral road of souls unpaved?