green loogie

     
spit on my fiery passion
& put it out
don't leave me to burn
with a heart that feels too much

every slight of a calloused hand
that rather turn & attack
than really understand

that if I say my skies are grey
it is a factual observation
not a tactic to get you to sit
under a false sun
that scorches your tender skin
& fails to warm

rarely do I reach out
or bother corresponding
with anyone
I let you fly a kite in my sky

not complaining about the
telephone wires
of miscommunication
that kept popping up
tangling the kite I lend you

mine is an Earth friendly zone
i'd rather sit silent in the garden
saying om of tranquility

than listen to the rumbling
of a subway
endlessly switching tracks
turning back on its self

undisciplined minds are
unsightly
as dirty underwear
left in my living room

you came in with your anger
& left muddy boot prints
on my trampled psyche

with a sigh & an exhale I let it all go
because you want to be a
speed demon
when my freeway only goes 45
 
 

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