i’m lying to you… after hello
i have to, equate & factor, evaluate & divulge
what i need to say, to make you indulge
even if i teeter in the gray, to strengthen my prose
pardon, when i harden displaying a bulge
in my Shaw, Kipling, Angelo like approach
to coax deep gulps from your throat
in hopes, we can elope in our coats, & go take in a show
then appreciate it & debate it, over cake & a hot cup of joe
or, escape you away, from whomever has you enclosed
or, whoever has you in clothes
or, whoever badgered, or saddened, or blue & blackened your soul
or, whoever said they loved you to death
&, left you struggling for breath, before they let your hand go
or, whoever’s up next, to score or impress, you more than the rest
then spoil you, adore you, while paying your rent
or, whoever makes you say yes; or not no, but just maybe
just, not just yet, baby
or, well, i don’t know; cause, well, i don’t know; i just know
the right words to merge, to make you fold; then unfold your curves
until you come
from odes composed drinking, Brugal & Jamaican Rum
i love your smile rude gal; now taste my tongue, chased with your tongue
i’m anxious, to say grace
then put my face in places, not made for faces; made for fun
pardon charming me, for being Langston’s son
when my lips go there, it’s crystal clear
life for me, ain’t been no crystal stair
at 14th Street Union Square, my calypso’s snare
& calligraphy’s, figuratively, left my fingerprints, beneath brassieres
ever since, i’ve been a thief, her evidence secretes
like years, or candles, or Giovanni between the sheets
when i philander, with what Vicky seeks
you gotta throw the book at me
or, just bite your bottom lip, while you look at me
behind you from the mirror on the mantel
venus... no i can’t understand her
or stand up, damn her, with her hooks in me
& what’s she cooking me
got me lying through my teeth; promoting propaganda
propaganda
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