Midweek, bar nights.
I was minding my own Black business when she came up and ordered a tequila.
“Heyyyy! Aren’t you the same Syncere that used to perform erotic poetry in Atlanta?”
I been distanced myself from that same scene- as my ex who is now working the same dream.
Left that town, on a break, clean.
My eyes divert upwards.
Right hand clasps my glass-as if a genie was gonna come outta that bitch 🥃 and grant my ass a brown hued wish-to be transported to another time and place where this stranger wasn’t in my face…sharing my personal space.
“I knew it!”She was excited. I remained the same. Wasn’t in the right mind frame-for reminders of past flames.
I motioned toward the bartender for another, neat.
“Are you gonna write me a poem?”
I shake my head.
“What?! I remember all of those kinky poems you used to perform. I’m sure you can come up with something!”
I grabbed a pen and a napkin.
This is really fucking happening.
Scribbling down thoughts in a smokey bar, for a stranger asking for poetry..
I was done very quickly:
“Love is a drug and it can be as pleasing as it can be damaging to the heart, mind and senses. Don’t ever lose yourself. Love hard, Love fully, but don’t be senseless.
I take a hit from my vape 💨
She picks up the paper and looks at me kinda strange.
She reads it again. Motionless…Until…movement.
A single tear escapes her eye.
She looks at me with pain, also confusion.
I’m guessing she was expecting an emotional erection.
All I wanted was a drink and to shoot some pool.
I exhale the kush and get up from my barstool.
She stood there, staring at the paper.
I continue audibly:
You are your own greatest love & the creator of your story.
Love yourself like only you can. Others will follow.
Welcome to my mind; I go deep into the abyss.
Knowing that time doesn’t exist.
Moments do. Love does. So does heartbreak. Life is all of this crazy beautiful shit.
I drink the whiskey in a single gulp and walk out the door.
& underneath that neon sign, me and Radiohead align
As I sing softly:
“For a minute there, I lost myself”