Quickie in the Board Room

Spinion

please wipe that bored look off your face
as i can see
your mind, too, wanders 
off to sultry places

Play | She's Art

Spinion

| Incipiens |

sharpen this pen
coil strummed strings
around my teeth
as white as piano keys,
and play
to a beat
that is my own.

ladies. yes, ladies and gentlemen,
she's losing her hair,
and her eyes,
the color of violet rain.
and she's here
to shed her locks
and cry amuck,
while the grand folk
rattle luscious jewels,
suck on stringy baubles
and quizzically mutter,
she's art.

R&B: Red&Blues

I’ma sit here

While the paint dries.

Wet since last night.

Last night,

When the lights were out,

And without a doubt

Mine was yours.

Yours and mine.

Your blue,

those blues,

even in the dark

are electrified.

But those walls,

Once smooth

Wet,

Now cracked.

Those blues

even in the light

are black.

Daylight unveils

The flailing shadows

I bathed in

Last night.