a brief moment of something.

[randomerica]

bad art
brought
good words

I know this 'cuz
the old man's eyes
screamed charisma
even though he
stumbled
over
his words.
seven eleven times
and he still
could rhyme
at that age.

he said to love everyone
but kill mosquitoes
because amazing creatures
are annoying.

I agree.

The black-on-black-
back-slouching-nose-pierced-
gauged-eared
beauty
said some of the most
sincere

things.

yes, things. I can't
even
correctly define them

And that room.
That room was
Hot
as in temperature and
Warm
from inspiration.
Bright
ceiling
lights
caught reflections
from that bad
good
art and

I know this 'cuz
the boy's bones hung
like a ragged apron
ready to be tied
or unknot
or cut.

His blue on red
Chucks
stuck
out to me
they looked just
as worn as his
eyes.

And I don't think
that the most amazing
part of the night was
Mr. Mali

I know this cuz'
when I was watching
the familiar faces
blend
with the unfamiliar
I forgot
for a brief second
the heat and

I forgot the
art was so bad
and that I was mad
for saying all those mean
words to the one
i knew would be
proud
of me.

and the bad art
looked so good
that i could smell
feel just
how real
words can
be.

i know this
just
'cuz.