a long long time ago

from an old dusty notebook.

15.
waltzing undercover
trampling hearts in disguise
it breeds to be seen
because I swear
you can dissect it
no need for undiscovered recognition
twisted by design
slanted perpetually
by foreign eyes
because it waits
to be exposed naked
like the truth it be seen
and just between you and me
i used to be the one
who flaked it off with uncertainty
but certainly you see
it creeps slow
until we can smell it in our palms
sweating lies
before we can read between the lines

16.
this is for my grandfather
a poet
from china
to thailand
to america
he spoke
his early morning exercises
in spotlights of yellow sun rays
penetrating window glass ceilings
he danced rhythm with words
and pushed rhymes with his brush
that moved to the souls of his feet
traveling halfway across the world
in a page
he spoke to soothe the coils
in his fist
that became soundtracks
for the unconducted and noteless

bhurin

playlist:
chuck ragan - los feliz
fugazi - end hits