Throwback from the cavemen
looks just like the guy who's better
suited to sleeping on the floor anyway,
he looks like you when I close my eyes. I'd
like to give you some tea but
you wouldn't drink it
you're a coffee man,
a man who sleeps like my sister
I know your arms
not as well, I can admit it but
what I can't admit is how quickly I forget your
compassion because it never lasts
bet you didn't know Troy Davis died yesterday
you don't
read the Times like we do, you don't
wonder how voices carry. I've watched
you swallow your weight in fool's gold
estimated the recidivism rate from behind my teeth but
all I can tell you is I don't
hate you.
You mumble as you're falling asleep
with your phone on your chest.
I'm saying -
no, thinking -
I just love you and I imagine that you know.
