Mouth

Mouth

Fucker's not responding

sitting here, by the table

a friend rolls by

"Yo, it was like he was all up in the corner, with his dolls and shit. And he was all by himself."

"Just staring out there, and playing with them eh?"

"Yeah, man. He was like playing with his dolls and there was blood everywhere."

I thought the secret was going to be spilled tonight

like his mind on that day

I pictured Hollywood in the distance

the twinkling lights

the boulevard of dreams

I lit up a smoke

I lit up...

I wandered around the house as the night marched on

the din on the stereo

the magic weather this time of year

"See that's my little daughter on the phone,"

I seeped into his dark eyes

Tropical name against old colonial buildings

back then the floor boards were slipperier

the tunnels deeper

the echoes more silent

That's when my lighter gives out

it flickers with no flame

I uncross my legs and go for the toaster in the kitchen

turn it on

and press the tip of the butt against one of the heated wires

in a couple of seconds the tip gets burned

and I inhale furiously to get it lit

blowing smoke into

someone's 2nd story Brooklyn kitchen

A sketch of a middle aged man

I fulfilled your desires with dreams

I came and I went

I laughed a little bit, you know, make it all good and like that

Yet it's sort of serious

No joke at all

Not even kidding

But the weird thing is

That he suddenly stops, turns to me, and goes

“But I have been listening”

-Mark Ge