Bus Poem 060726

the grain of your voice the tear forming in your eye humid, salty, distinctly you, but, who is you? the multiple yous of yesterday the you of tomorrow day by day, night by night the you, incomplete, unrelenting always desiring, unresolved rhythms, push/pull, in/out Boom Bap don’t land, so please, please, do not satisfy the we that are everywhere the we which refuses to form