Alley-way wisdom

I watch Shane Koyczan over and over,

I think baby, come and cry on my shoulder

And I’ll cry on yours,

Because your words kick open doors.

Your rhythm is dynamic and catching

You got my body moving and matching

the music of your thoughts,

The rise and fall of your emotions—

What you’re selling is almost too beautiful to be bought.

Your synapses start firing,

And it messes with my inner wiring,

You make me laugh.

And yeah, this is me,

This is Ms. Who’s-the-next-poet-of-the-week-gonna-be?

Who’s gonna be my patron saint of kick-ass,

The inspirational spirit of my unholy mass,

During the blink of an eye that is my day?

Because it’s true, I don’t always have follow-through.

Because not everything in everyday matters to me like words do,

And your words move.

Yes, we’ve never met,

But what you haven’t realized yet

is that love is not a pie,

That love is words and when it comes to words I can’t lie.

That I have synapses too, and they tell me over and over

I know you.

I know you.

We have imagined each other complexly for years now

No, I don’t know how,

But it’s real. 

I can feel what you feel, even if it hasn’t happened to me,

All this empathy

Pouring out of me like rain 

So that I can’t refrain from hitting that replay button one more time.

You can say it’s obsessive,

You can say whatever you want,

But I’m not possessive or repressive

I don’t need to own anything

Because everything I need is free

So be free. Love yourself and in that way

you’ll love me,

We are both made of the universe.

And please write more verse

Because your rhyme makes killing time look like an act of mercy,

Because eternity is a misery

And all that weight keeps me way too busy.

I watch Shane Koyczan over and over

The greatest overweight lover

Who reminds me that the dents in my cover

Are both all of me and none of me. 

And I’m thinking baby,

why don’t you come and sit next to me?