tampa

[_theforce]

the road that i traveled has not changed.
and no.
i'm not talkin' poetry.
the bluish greenish signs that cradle arrows
pointing to
and laughing at
still remain.
the ground is still as solid as it ever was.
the lines that held our vehicles
at first
and second rounds
still remain perpendicularly logical.

i'm sure if you asked
the atoms running down my spine if
i was the same
they all would hiss the same answer.

i wonder what you'll look like
when we meet
and exchange brain freezes.
i wonder what shoes i'll need
if i even need shoes.
these rocks
take care of my feet.
not a jagged edge.
i wonder if you'll hurry
or if you'll stand still.
i wonder if our tongues will notice they are both blue.
i wonder if they will care.
i hope our words mind their manners.
i'll make jokes that really aren't funny
but you'll laugh.
i'll take way too long to make language.
(i'm taking way too long to make language)
language apparently wasn't invited.
for this is an AB conversation.
so C your way out.
you'll carry a paint brush
and i'll give you a strand of my hair.
i wonder if you've changed me.

i'm sure if you asked
the atoms running down my spine if
i was the same
they all would hiss the same answer.