If you listen to yourself carefully,
you’ll realise how boring your speech is.
how people around here
are tired of listening you speak.
I looked at you on the first day,
searched for answers but found none.
On the second day;
people began nudging me,
I pushed their hands off of me
because I thought they were
of no importance.
On the third day it rained and
you found love but a man died.
You ran home and hid under the
Something that has become part of
you since you were a teenager.
Now that we’re all men
and all paying rent money,
I had thought that our environment
might change you.
None of that happened.
You saw him pull out a gun
and emptied a cartridge of all
eleven rounds on his frail body.
But you and your new love opted
for concealment of death instead.
It was cold and I could still see
visions of him hitting cold tar
and gallons of his blood being
I know that I wasn’t there but,
if I keep reminding you about it,
people may start thinking that maybe
you and I are one like toe and nail.
and I advise you on all of this;
on day seven because I hear
church bells ringing on my head,
ring tones on yours and your
I also am listening attentively to your
heartbeat as police sirens wail–
as the choir in my radio speakers
I know you wish that I’d stop
talking and save you from your blushes.
The police are laughing at you because if
there’s something they’d like to hear from you,
they won’t waste any more minute wondering.
whether to lock you down for a night,
make you confess all of your sins.