Yellow flames behind the Bluest sky

I'm thinking of words to inspire a new poem...

Got Words?

(After Publishing a title and asking for inspiring words for a poem, Iyeoka and three of her fans ended up with this product...It's a cool Collabo)

Pops...
sometimes i rhyme slow
sometimes i rhyme quick

Liz...
...sometimes i don't know
why my words won't stick.

sometimes the page swallows them,
leaving me blank
other times it embraces them,
asking me for more.

Iyeoka...
...Sometimes little things just don't seem to add up quick enough.

Sometimes I find myself substituting bullet holes and violence for more irreversible forms of emptiness.

So...without time, without patience, without hope, without love, without trust

Where does that leave us.

Jennifer...
Leaves us left
like stranded on dark empty highways on late and moonless nights

Leaves us left
Like left alone left behind so far that nothing feels right

I've been driving down one-way streets pulling left turns against the light
I've been calculating crosswalks to quantify insight
I've been drafting schematics showing that the sum of the times
that I drop sometimes slow and quick rhymes equals nothing more than the number of intersections I've left behind

I've been street sweeping, adding up the little things
Like those slick and brutal bullethole spaces left gaping when words won't stick
when time/patience/hope/love/trust won't pick
me

I've been sometimes left subtracting substitution from reality...