T'Day

Loves Company

I heard him
Call me out my name
Like a number in a bingo hall
Within that very moment
Time
Stood sill
My heartbeat
Became the soundtrack of my life
Its melody was heavy and thick
I stewed over his coldness
Like New Orleans jambalaya
As the silence between us grew
I began to get pissed
Livid that I even had to deal with this shit
Even if it was my mess to fix
So I
Retraced my steps
Tried to find where I might have slipped cuz I know I’m smooth at this
Ya see
The way my lips move
Would defy the prowess of Gail Denver, Flo Jo, and Marion Jones
I knew I was wrong
But did I deserve this?
Blatant as my disrespect of his business
Was he of my name sake
Raped me his home invasion
I was judged and sentenced
In less than 10 minutes without commercial intervention
Why lie
Truth is
I’m that
Snitch b*tch you’d never tell a secret to
That silent assassin
You never see coming
That private dick
tryin to catch ya slip so I can bring home the bad news
I heard him
Call me out my name like
A number in a bingo hall
And I refuse to apologize
Make you my company
Call me
Misery

Luv Syck

Luv Syck

deep within the abyss of eternity
resides unconditional
sickened by cupid’s arrow sting
I sit
dazed & blind
while commuters drive by
screaming obscenities
so oblivious am I
to the world around me
yet before me
I see a blurred mass of distraction
draped in black
holding my life source
I think
SCREAM
NOW
but instead I cry
solid whole tears that shatter concrete and shake trees
unsatisfied is the hunger that pulls at my heart strings
so I try to fill the emptiness with substitutes
who swallow my energy
just so they can remain half whole
convince myself that THIS will do
until I feel the echoes inside
reminding me that I’m sick
hopeless
incurable
disgustingly so far gone
that if I wanted to turn back now
I wouldn’t know the way
even if I did
my illness would render me immobile
like today
where I sit
in rush hour traffic
wondering
why
you
don’t
love
me