how'd I get this pen?

she's right; you taught me
that I'm trade-able for more
than you'd wherewithal

***

spring'd from ways to talk
you're freed from your own shading
(sketches can be judged.)

***

how'd I get this pen?
black student hip hop club:
solid promotion

harder when it's transitive

you, sir - you right there
O, tell her she's beautiful!
and make it the truth

careful, or you're caught

careful, or you're caught
in the spin of your own thoughts
unfounded, unsure

pull'd before they've roots
these thoughts are chemical big
made of filler, fog

so that they rise quick
ethereally bound, strong
and pull you with them

stay your head and feet
if needed, step on street gum
'least it makes you laugh

***

far from fortunate
I see you as you want it
and you wish you did

seven seven

smoked salmon sushi
undecided summer day
on the bench out front

***

shake out your cocked head
and straighten your crooked grin
I'm not in the mood

***

she picked royal blue
but what she doesn't know is
we won, picking her