Saturday, March 5, 2011

you dont know my name... a coffee shop spit

even if my faith is as
small as a mustard seed
i believe she'll come
back in that mustard skirt
for a second cup
to build on this first
impression
the world stopped
connectivity lost
mid call and chat convo
record skipping
her red jacket with
the white ribbing
atop the collar
no number to call her
but would settle to kik it with her
3rd party
under grey skies
rocking grey leggings
first glance
left me feelin like greg jennings
post super bowl XLV
i'm not lookin for a ring
but would settle
for an appearance
a chance to unpress the mute
drop the bold and be bold...
give the fam a story
that should be told

Friday, March 4, 2011

ode to the female form on queen west... a quick one

she keeps on passing me by
fixed gear meets fixed stare
fixated, left deliberating
dating, damage control and
whether cabbage was a bad idea
falafel stand pimpin
boss telling me to "go in"
but thin is the line
between bliss and simpin
simply slow down miss
lets reminiscence on built form
discuss the norms of boy meets girl
common ground touched
lack of seats on the 501am rush
from steve jobs to when we had no jobs
the small graces of underemployment
and whether your secondment
is worth a second mention of us
but we play it by ear
let a path clear while
backstreeting to bellwoods
finding currency in face value
she smiles..