snippets from a conversation

What do you think you are? What do you think you are? What do you think you are?

 

I’m trying to read

 

I thought we agreed

 

We didn’t

 

She can’t read its lips

 

She’s so confused

 

Kind of like my thoughts on Rachel’s people driving

 

You mean when they hit the curb?

 

I don’t know, I don’t know.

 

I’m trying to read

With the Treasure Chest

When you stand on the curb

with your smirk and your swag

You look dumb

Sparkle sparkle sparkle

I don’t have the heart to tell you

,that your glitter is dust.

First is the best

Second is the worst

you told me as you stood there

with your gold medal

I opened my mouth to say,

“Um pardon me but

did you skip second grade?”

     – I said nothing

and kept walking,

Tossed you a coin

kept my sanity

by remembering that

according to Legend,

I win.

Virtuoso

He forgot how to play me

& I sit in the dark

dust on my dust

handcuffs of rust

My ivory’s gone gray

untasted, untickled

he slammed the cover

on my black fingers

unsharp & unflat –

I love him for that.

suffocating my music

with wet red silk

yet every night

I wait for his nails

like a virgin, some wood,

or a fallen dollar bill.

the lights stay off

I appreciate the soft

But he forgot how to play me.