Spiral

 

If my ink pen could sing it’d sing to me

A love ballad, the sweetest sound you’d ever hear

Hums and hymns, like the doo-wop sang by the rugged

The raspy high notes of dreams deferred, the jingle of donations

Inspiration broken down from alleyways with crack pipes riddled in ‘em

Inspiration can thrive in the unlikeliest of places

Inspiration, loose leaf and ink pen, I love you

The brutality of loose lips are shielded by my ink pen

As I grip my pen tight, I let the stench of memories linger

Pheromones from yesteryear, the withdrawals from the percs

Teenage angst communicated through boost mobile chirps

In 2007 back when we drank Nut Crackers in Halsey Park

I couldn’t fathom there was anything beyond that, young bucks

Boy was I wrong