On our first date
and definitely our last,
I looked into his eyes
and I saw nothing behind them.
but a ball of clay
he called a brain
that society morphed with its strong hands
to look like shelves,
decorated not with books,
trophies engraved with sex
and all that’s illegal.
decorated with greed
it seemed even his sentences
were engraved into gold
and proudly sat upon his shelves
shining in the sterile light
and anything with the resemblance of intelligence
was swept into the corner
His pockets were empty
without enough money to pay for his ticket
But his mind was full.
full of himself
full of prejudice,
full of misconceptions
and pre dispositions
even the heat under his tires
going 100 mile per hour
couldn’t melt the walls he created
to block out ideas foreign from his own
when he asked me to smoke his pipe
c’mon we have an hour till curfew
c’mon just one hit
c’mon I got this for you
I should’ve said no.
nothing around us but
wishing I was anywhere but there
my common sense was anywhere but there.
why I let his car slither down the windy streets
in the darkness of night
farther and farther away from home
I know not.
why I let him push my lips to that pipe
I know not.
I was looking for someone to fill something
but he was as empty as my wallet after our date
as dry as my mouth after that hit
as distant from me as my mind was from earth after
that deep inhale
soon my body felt separated from my soul
a voice was speaking from my mouth
distant sounds vibrated in my ears
i listened to his words fall onto the concrete like bricks
until I fell apart onto the concrete like bricks
the world spinning underneath my head
i felt lost
searching for any sense of empowerment
but walking up stairs made of water
and what was in his pipe that night?
where my conscious was that night?
what i was looking for that night?
how i let the ground slip from beneath my feet
and fell victim to a pit of emptiness
is a bigger mystery.