Speaker

I don’t feel like writing tonight
But this vomit needs to vacate my system
Because the acid is burning my esophagus
Making it hard to swallow
So I’ll spit
Or rather let this volcano erupt
Like its girlfriend wants it to be celibate
but it can’t restrain its lust
Spewing black lava over dead trees
Consuming all of the white
But none of the lines
None of the sweet steam after
a May rain
Or the pucker face made
After eating sour candies
No, those are for me.
The book of my mind that my heart recites
With every I
That pumps out of my arteries
But it doesn’t burn
it blazes
Searing whatever happens
When the moon is lit into my skin
Leaving brail wrapped around my limbs
To be read only by the blind
Who would rather hear it on a mic
Than see it in real time
This is how I wrinkle my sheets
My waste basket is full of these
almost comings
I’m pro-creation
So sometimes I try to seduce metaphors
With my kiss
I tempt them with my tongue on accident
Thinking I’m rhyming internally
when in all actuality
I’m speaking out loud
I don’t need a speaker
I am one
I speak her, I speak him, I speak them
Through God’s fist
Pounding on your door
At 5 in the morning
Just hoping, you’ll listen.