Ta-Da

I’ve been waiting for voices 

to show me historical change

to teach me ying and yang 

I am being patient.

I am still waiting. 

Still, death has a nice ring to it,

like Methodist bells

that make my ears bleed.

My mind is twisted

torturing my own sexy body

and yet I still lay in bed

expecting some babe to show me their chest 

and yet my playful thoughts

playfully tell her things 

and I am as happy as can be.

I am holding my breath

for there are only 6 weeks left

and I am turning blue

like the island sky I met

with a half sincere smile. 

Because I already met love

with trees, and mountain tops.

With friends and sweat

that ruins my hair due.

There is nothing left,

the last cigarette wasn’t the best.

So, I am still waiting

and death bell’s are playing me a sweet tune.