i never answer my cell, don't get offended.

sad feelings like old bread and milkshakes.
I want to feel the side of your face, like the
feather in my mind right now. I want to
realize you are in front of me at once. I want
to see you with my human eyes.

I want to know what you are about
Mister N Y C. tell me your deepest secrets,
tell me all your thoughts. My mouth is
sealed and yours till my grave.
Don't worry about that.

My teeth don't speak anything but the
truth. and my mind is curious. Thoughts
can forever linger in the hallway of
surprises. But let me in on real life shit.
Tell me how and why and where and who
you are. I know your name and I know
you like basketball.