To my peeved one
“Don’t be mad”
--John Wideman
hey—
u mad?
I’m sawee—
I luh’u
I know—
i-i I know—
i been on ghost for a second now—
but...—
sweetheart—
i pump thoughts ‘a you thru—
my unconscious soul
sugah—u
feel me—?
I really truly am sorry
I miss-ded-did-ded-ded-did you
Inexplicably..
U still mad...?
Sweetheart...
U forgive me?
From my tallest hair on the top of my head—
To the ends oh my skimpy piano-playin fingaz—
To my shaped stummach
To my legz—
Everyday...back and forth—
To my feet
(couldn’t understand my journey if u lived it)
(at any rate)
The whole of my physical form—
worships every pitch of your voice—
sweetheart—is u listenin’?
baby—u
Entrance—
Mesmerize—
Cap-tiv-ate
n-cite
every inch of me—
know that and...
Just don’t be mad—
Sweetheart—
U HEAR ME?
-thepoetsean
(a simulated telephone conversation)
“Don’t be mad”
--John Wideman
hey—
u mad?
I’m sawee—
I luh’u
I know—
i-i I know—
i been on ghost for a second now—
but...—
sweetheart—
i pump thoughts ‘a you thru—
my unconscious soul
sugah—u
feel me—?
I really truly am sorry
I miss-ded-did-ded-ded-did you
Inexplicably..
U still mad...?
Sweetheart...
U forgive me?
From my tallest hair on the top of my head—
To the ends oh my skimpy piano-playin fingaz—
To my shaped stummach
To my legz—
Everyday...back and forth—
To my feet
(couldn’t understand my journey if u lived it)
(at any rate)
The whole of my physical form—
worships every pitch of your voice—
sweetheart—is u listenin’?
baby—u
Entrance—
Mesmerize—
Cap-tiv-ate
n-cite
every inch of me—
know that and...
Just don’t be mad—
Sweetheart—
U HEAR ME?
-thepoetsean
(a simulated telephone conversation)