Time has come unstuick, unstuck
and sautners vaguely forwards in front of me
while i follow, unsure
and unknowing of the steps it takes
In a city I like to pretend I know
time saunters vaguely onwards
and i drag my feet behind it
and i wonder what you do when i don't pay attention
Little boys groiw up
and your face has a life of it's own
and i cannot know how it changes while my minds skips like a stone
over the still and placid water of our times,
and disturbs it.

you, hey creature that i once remembered
so sure and strong in your upright convictions
where you'd stick it to the man like your father did
and appear so far in the political compass
i fashioned myself after you, or what you wanted
and you didn't freeze in time whyen i blinked
you cut your long baby locks,

rough and course that they were masters of their own bidding
and they made you a marked man and you lolloped along
writing your own song
i wonder where and when they fell to the floor
and i didn't recognize you anymore

SO COME ON, EMMANUEL
why won't you and your friends wait for me?
i'm caught behind and am scrambling to catch up
and i don't recognize you any more
than i would from your mug shots
all lined up on the wall of a future,
when in 2011 you'll throw a molotov cocktail into a government window

did you cut your hair to make room for potential?
and i don't know if you remember me, but i remember you
because i styled myself something like your female counterpart
blind and unknowing, as ignorant as you were a savante
i can see your eyes peeking out from beneath a crown someone wove for you
if it's all your genetics or jesus i couln't tell you

nobody waits and nobody waited
and i recognize only the spit i never felt
interacting with mine, saying "hello" and "how'd you do?"

i am so lonely
i felt you in him spine, that time he gave out free hugs on the corner of saint catherine
and mcgill college, where potential waits for me too
my hair grew out and my skin grew thin
even as i was encased in a fabric so weighted with everything i'd lost once
or didn't have when i began

it's a solstice and i never knew it
but you'd probably dance
and let the sun burn your virgin neck,
forbidden territory newly opened
flesh so pale it was not privvy to entrance before

i can't need this anymore