lay lady lay

30 poems in 30 days
day 13: april 19, 2010
(photography by kwesi abbensetts)

lay lady lay

lay lady lay
blow smoke
but i’m thinking this is the end
the part where we divide it all down the middle
and my shirts begin to disappear
we split
the cigarettes are never enough
and black men die early
so this twentysomething may be midlife
in which case you should know i will love you forever
just not like this
there are no trees no birds
no more free concerts in brooklyn
tired of eating cake waiting on the sun to rise
things become much too clear
if you can promise a life of darkness i’ll stay
and you can keep the pots

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