Thoughts from the right margin

An Under the Counter love

I used to love h.e.r.

Like Common did,

Under the table

No taxes.

Intelligence

Embellished it

Just to get some glances,

Had her mind

Spinning off my words

I’m her imagination’s axis.

She gave access to her code

I strummed the drum

Of rock & roll

But fell deep in love

With poetry’s soul...

I buttered her muffin

And left it cold.

She left me no

Choices yet voices

Her pain from not knowing

Where she would be going

If guided by the heart of a poet,

And she’s a poet,

And geez she knows it’s

Just a lung puncture

If not a heart broken.

She kept me in limbo

My kinfolk

Told me don’t stress it

Be the cool brotha,

Just be token.

I swear I was hoping

She would see I was dope and

We would be righteous

And together be tokin

But she started choking

Inspired by tote bags’

Conversation

It’s truly hatred,

A "rapper" said it rules the nation,

Now I’m Vexed like I was David.

Jaded by the mold she broke

I used to spit ill shit

For her I silently wrote.

And now a quote means nothing more

Than an utterance adored

She’s in my lap,

I’m in her mouth,

Sponged by poetry,

Our love’s absorbed.

Peace.