Heat... humid... ice melt
Me @ metal cafe
Ant running across iron grate
Of hair & time on my arms
Condensation beading plastic
Clouds fill bowl of sky
Oh, that it were proper
Sew up the blue splotches
With all this silver gray along the line
We could then pretend they'd never been
Even if it were revealed through us
Via these lenses less glamourized;
Less memorized
Than through utility
Of memorial or sensationalism
Harvested @ one of dem
Lyrical financial academies
Even if one of our dearest,
Lovely, darling poet/ess/e/s
Took a portrait of crimsom petals
Yawning @ the gate of the State pen
Out in Pennsylvania (You Got A Friend)
Where the hearts of of the hardened
Concrete convicts crumble
& all the while
Ice melts in plastic
@ a metal cafe
PMPope 2011
