seasons

i no longer write in my journals so i scribble
my thoughts in between lines of poetry
and hope the women i write about find the codes
i leave behind.
and one day i hope to learn the mystery of the seasons
so i can obey them and move to higher ground
cause the air down here has grown stale and tastes
like moments past due and i dont have the courage
to break even or cut my losses.
i spend emotion i do not have
i guess im banking on the promise of some in the future
but each day passes and im not sure of my status.
the sun punishes me for not knowing the time.
and someone found me on the corner of broad and market
clutching flowers to my heart
i could not breathe but my lungs could wrap
itself around her name
so i coughed up our memories all over the sidewalk...


imma leave this right there..