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
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

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