Marshall

I found myself early this morning
stuck in between mix tapes and Bible verses;
woke up to an insistent tapping in the corner of my mind
from a beggar asking for change-of-hearts,
as if my memories were loose coins
that fell out of my cerebral cortex
and without context,
the two-cents I had to contribute were worthless

so I will pick myself back up;
keeping walking sideways sidewalks
up my spinal cord until I reach
the subconscious reason
I have fallen so hard for you,
twirl and pirouette up and down
my vertebrate until I reach gray matter
that can decode the warmth of your aura

although I have grown tired
of dancing around your inaction,
I am naive enough
to accept the wisdom
of your band-aid solution to "hurt"
being your attempt to save the world

single-
handedly

and I, too, have learned the value of solitude,
but I am sick of walking the winding streets of my mind alone
because all I have left to wrap myself around is your smile