words and art by w a l t e r w s m i t h

Not The Kiss Your Mother Used To Give You (When She Wanted You To Leave The Room)

The city series….

Standing by the curb

So you think you’re a man….

You think you know what she is trying to tell you. Sitting by the curb with your new Trek bike. With your boys. Trying to be cool.

Looking cool … Being defiant.

Did you even listen? Is there any clue?

Baby Boy Blue

As to why she decided on … you?

Yeah I know, you think it’s because of the ball you play. Or the things you say. Just yesterday she gave you that look. When you helped her with her books. Were you listening then? When it was your hand she took. Yeah I know. It’s all about the tool of the trade. And not feeling like you’ve been made. Is it good to know? Keep the show? Or stay in the flow? Yeah, it’s a tough day and what a blow.

You sitting on the curb with your boys.

Being her toy.

But did you even know

That kiss….

Is not the kiss

Just for show….

6 responses

  1. fantastic flow of words here…I would like to hear it recited.

    April 26, 2012 at 9:46 pm

    • Thanks Barbara. I am thinking that it is time to do some video exploration for a while. Find some abstraction. And yes, perhaps some voice-over poetry as well.

      April 27, 2012 at 5:32 am

  2. nice verse to go with the image, interesting! ๐Ÿ˜‰

    April 29, 2012 at 10:17 am

  3. wow

    December 6, 2012 at 9:23 pm

    • Thank you SP. It’s one of my favorite flows ๐Ÿ™‚

      December 8, 2012 at 6:51 pm

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