Bus Poem 060726
the grain of your voice
the tear forming in your eye
humid, salty, distinctly
you, but, who is you?
the multiple yous of yesterday
the you of tomorrow
day by day, night by night
the you, incomplete, unrelenting
always desiring, unresolved
rhythms, push/pull, in/out
Boom Bap donβt land, so
please, please, do not satisfy
the we that are everywhere
the we which refuses to form