"maybe this time" by Lepadah
Free these city streets
beneath calloused feet
burden by concrete
sky tower, tenements, speckle pigeons perched
gray gutter rats dwindle from the light
there's something kinda beautiful here
early rise yoke
yellow ball east of China town
off broadway bridge buckling down
The city illusive . . .
no ninjas just chaotic chinese
chopped into Bruce Lee videos winded chimes
continue twinkle ring in dingy take-out
doorway stand nursing a plastic container
rice noodles, baby bok choy
ribbons steam twirl upward
inhale, blow, sip . . .
pabulum dawn soul
leaving here breaks away from insanity
suicide, sexual romper room
maybe this time . . . maybe this time
they'll let love win
between the two them
thru whistle breeze
across the bayou of Antee's youth
made of sugar tea, liquor lemonade and women so free
you'll find the love in your food scenting
she love to taste colors
that of the moon
some blood red
some sunny
some blue; blue as your mood
some black green tornado swirl
pink like tomorrow's promise to you
love the sound of hard pluck
mahogany guitar
biting bits raw honey
off black berry lips
kissing into broken french
conjure up dance
in audubon beds of foxglove flowers
late noon to swinging string
Freeing at hem of pinafore
flirting peek of brown sweet thigh
chasing after the moon
in the Louisiana sky...
maybe this time
maybe this time
she'll let love in
Just maybe ... this time she'll let this love win
© 2012 Lepadah
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