Thursday, November 17, 2005

re verb

i look
he look back
i look away
we see saw
eyes say what
mouths will not
he look again
we get caught
being absent
we stop caring
we be scurred
we re verb

then i call
he don't answer
nigga's busy
he black gypsy
need to be heard
he call back later
i stare at the number
being a hater
i pay back
don't pick up
he wonderin' now
if he messed up
we play these
silly games
we grow closer
we refrain
grown ass men
it's absurd
and these three words
we reverb

we together
we a part
things sabotaged
before things start
needing one another
need our hearts
so they beat
our love sparks
and they flutter
sometimes hurt
and they wonder
why love lurks
left to right
bend and curve
dance like words
we re verb

6 comments:

D-Place said...

Great Poem!!!

vampire in goleta said...

why do i have ominous feelings from this post? i know neither of you and this is my first time posting to this site but i have some bad feelings about ehat you just wrote.

i sincerely hope that you can work through what problems you seem to be currently experiencing. if anyone deserves joy and happiness...

About Tim'm said...

to vampire in goleta.

it's a pretty playful piece. humor about the kind of senseless anxiety that can exist when two people who do deserve joy and happiness (and who want it for each other) sometimes stumble over their attempts to secure it. we cool. we real cool.

vampire in goleta said...

well when you don't post for a while, my mind starts playing tricks on me and i read a little too closely between the lines...lol

great post and site btw, hope that your holiday is going great

kristen

Avowed_Southern_Democrat said...

In a different world and place and space, the eyes would meet and that would be the introduction to the soul. It would open up new opportunities to build upon, a friendship kindled, a flame nurtured and erupting in a bonfire of passion. No games, just connecting. I hate feeling the person called is looking at the caller ID but not answering. What's up with that? Say hello and that you're busy; hell, cuss me out if you want to, but acknowledge my existence. Tim'm, you touched a sore spot with me that aches. L8r.

Ergane said...

Nice!

(But remember... games are only fun in relationships in the meta-context.)

*so happy for you*