For Those Who Still Believe In Daydreams

For Those Who Still Believe In Daydreams

A Poem by Rufio The Jedi

For Those Who Still Believe In Daydreams

 

I
She steps onto the T [bus]
Hands dug into pockets
With a look on her face like...
Oh s**t
She's gorgeous
My heart
Beats
Pounds
Bangs
It's a rusted hammer
Knocking maps off the walls
Shattering windows on floors
An older man turns his head to me
He smiles
As if he was connecting to memory long forgotten
A love never lost
He nods his head
I nod back
The bus trudges as the girl takes her seat
My eyes, timid
Anonymously kiss her from afar
Roughly stumbling from her eye lids
Dripping, off her lashes
Sharp
Like the blades of grass in my grandmothers backyard
She used to tell me, go play Jamaal
Just be careful
Just don't get hurt
But these songs keep telling me love is pain
And f**k if I know
Cause I've never been
I've always been the one to play it safe
And I don't have a lot to show besides vivid daydreams
Yet my hands
Quiver naked
My mouth
Bends in erotic positions
My lips
Whisper silent prayers of seduction
I haven't held a woman in almost forever
And my body
Abused by this harsh world
This world that takes me piece by piece
This world that tells me sex sells
Is in need of something real
Cause to be honest, I'm tired of masturbating
I just wanna make love
And in what could be an answer to my prayers
I hear her voice
The notes, fold between notes, and open in my ears
She's singing
She's singing off key
But she's singing
"Oooh la la la
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing
Oooh la la la
It's the natural la that the refugees bring
Oooh la la la, sweet thing"
My eyes, now stuck somewhere between Jupiter and Mars
Somewhere between the beauty mark on her cheek
And the twist in her lips
Notices that her eyes are stuck on mine


II
Somewhere down the road
She yawns in my face and laughs
She thinks it's funny
The aroma of burnt pasta fills my nose
A skillful cooker she isn't
But beautiful she is
She falls on the couch in one of my old v necks
Her hair, tangled like wild canopy vines
Winds through my fingers tips
She pinches my lips
Her nails bitten
I bite them more
I'm the cookie monster
Grrrrr!!!
And in an instant, we're back to being kids again
We build fortresses around laughter
Shaping wood into memories
Carving our names in the walls


III
Further down the road
Weeping eyes ball fist and claim
They’re too big to be held anymore
Big kids don’t do that
I tell her my arms are mountains
I tell her I could carry the universe in the cracks of my hand
She laughs
She thinks it’s funny
And with a leap
She splashes in her Tonka bed
Sinking it through the ground
With the weight of  dreams
Her toes squish worms
While the spiders murmur rumors
Of her mothers abandonment
With the pinch of her fingers
She brings them each to her mouth
And bites their heads
She’s strong
Stronger than me



IV
In the morning
I dig for her in the grass
With both hands
Though bloody they may be


© 2008 Rufio The Jedi



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love my arms are mountains... carry the univserse... bit in III. looking at 1st section though I wonder about the placement of the sex sells line. by the way i love watching you perform this piece. breaks my heart into little sharp fragments that hit the ground and become sharp blades of grass.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wonderful imagery
a nice, sleek and swift of writing...
this is all tailored...you...
this work deserves all thumbs up !!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What an incredibly descriptive piece of writing.. had me literally on the edge of my seat as i read through it line by line, word by word... you have a special skill, a way of sweeping up your reader and taking her/him into a moving picture show...

and i most definitely believe!

wonderful

Posted 8 Years Ago


actually, i really didn't have a certain woman i based this off of. but the inspiration came from Devin the Poet's "This is Perfection". after i watched it, i knew i had to create my own version.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPiXWFhYA7M

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You are so inspirational. I really love your style, and the imagery is great. Ooh la la la la... lol* not that song is in my head. She really must have been a beautiful woman. I would love to know what inspired this. Great job.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This would be perfect at a slam poetry reading. And man, how I can relate! Especially to the first section... I usually play it safe too.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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