memoirs of a pianist.

money and time

we flew as fast as autumn leaves
blowing stacks of forest green papyrus
faces reminding me what time it is.
11:11
wishful thinking on cotton sheets
a candle lit, dark abyss
free doom
freedom constricting you to a 9-5
9-5 9-5 9-5 9-5 9-5 9-5 9-5 9-5
my age celebrated more than my existence
confusing wax for sticky merengue
contagious like light skin
contagious like black skin
in the drawer of my co-op apartment
ii.
snorting bricks of black oxygen
the taste of tears, of molasses
labor colored sweat

rusting the rose gold
fade into stone
into the bricks of black

remaining in permanent shackles
crimson rivers unable to flow through my wrist
becoming a prisoner of time