Aesthetics
i didn’t expect much
except much
for an empty bus and a dissipated ride home
but she spoke, no
she talked
she conversed
as she’s been for
all of her life
and i’ll tell you right now
i have never heard such displaced
poetry
words with rhythm
inherited through every social factor
wrong time
wrong place
wrong skin
grammar irrelevant
nuances
emphasis on on on
off
on
dissonance some natural
no intention of art
bled into her life
the way she talks
the ways she spins
there is no broadcast
no agent
no pen even
and not ever ever
a blank sheet afforded her
and as she argues with her son
it turns into a duet
words feeding and bouncing off
of each other
breathing and teasing
and beating off
of each other
rolling
like some accident
the way of her life
and in his
and his
and hers and his and hers
and yours
come open
come listen
come see
come be affronted with
unavoidable
unapologetic
unrelenting
art
by the hands of a
beautiful
Creator
Redeemer
you make all things new