the car starts and we drive away praying i live to see my next birthday questions form in my brain: am i doing right to be with this person in the dead of night and i look back at all i left playing the game like dan kreft my old life beckons,,and i think should i go back be hung out to dry on a coat rack and when we rolled on past my old school i looked out, it's too cool and should i be happy that im here my old friends from my old life jeer but i don't listen and i cuddle up with my _friend as (s)he drinks from the cup and i smile, cause im here with you but will we always be true king of the mountain, from where i stand on this hill of beans i created my own band and i look straight ahead, not caring where we go if we're together, that we will flow and we drive down halsted as night begins to fall and i wonder, who will i call to talk about having a second thought which i shouldn't but upon my mind its wrought and i wave to jimmy and he waves back and i see poke, and i slide off track he looks good today,my brain screams will we ever have sex? in my dreams shall we, my lover whispers, jolting me back to this time that i shall now begin on a dime i stick it in the water, my one oar and thoughts two, three, four...
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