Intersection

a1

Look at the sky,

See how wide it is? I wonder why?

Remind me of my room,

Way up high near the roof. I’m attuned

To turn on my beams at first meeting.

Blinding, somewhat? I wonder why?

b2

They say my stare does the same.

What’s in a stare? A dare?

Look at the streets? Doesn’t these

Subconsciously capture your glances?

Consciously, I am reminded,

My feet are big. Bigger. I decided

They rest where at will.

Pavement is my ally. Til’

The end of time, my feet shall be great.

c3

Look at the road? Doesn’t these

Remind you on a “good day”, I cascaded

Down walkways? Mind at ease,

Anger suspended, mind playing hooky.

I missed that day at school

Afraid not the golden rule.

Well, my body hath chosen

To be deja vu.

It escaped on a rendezvous.

d4

Look! Look at the pavement,

Littered! I despise disposals. Relent.

Yea, look at that slime.

Yea, see the beer bottle or a dime.

A penny? I picked up a dime,

I’ve picked up a quarter time.

I glanced at the wall;

Gossip the rave. Beware! To all,

The talk sometimes could be

Redirected at you once reread. See!

e5

Look at the crack?

That broke the monkeys back?!

You know what that means?!

Today, that is. Sometimes, wanted again

A free ride and captured

A rebuttal. By hand or blade, rumored.

Yea, look, notice the graffiti??!

Tell so much story!

I love them; artist and artiste alike. I

See my color in their streets. We meet.