Half English / Half Cynicism

The Message Man || Poem #4

After over three months

four breakdowns

one too many midnights and broken laws later

Ive come out from the umbrella and into the rain

under the stars and over myself

caught, fifteen miles between you and me.

Eyeing the message man

behind his message stand, dodging bullets left and right

because everyone shoots the message man.

Juggling predictable talk with people made of honey, throwing sugar on them to stick hoping the flatlines of this small man will breathe them life.

I want them to leave.

Take their blessings and walk to the edge of this flat earth

and leave this message man alone.

and as the waterfalls,

everyone melts, slips away as runoff,

and it's just me and the message man,

with you,

fifteen miles away.

So I put my best foot forward

and the message man smirks

tell him, message man, fifteen miles from you and me,

I didn't mean a thing.

The bullets from my mouth slipping through you

when I couldn't feel

and you felt everything.

After all, It never takes long to love someone who can't love themselves.

Tell him, message man, that this is not a showdown

yet I can feel the rumble of dusk meeting dawn.

"Oh but here's the thing" the message man interjects:

"I can tell you're looking for answers

in the same way your looking for him,

fifteen miles in the distance"

The message man smiles.

"If I didn't have so much of this life wrong I would've gotten it right by now. I talk too much tryna sound smart

when I only know one thing:

I know everything is out there. That's why it's called everything.

I know he's fifteen miles away and that's a lifetime to walk. But you will walk, sprint your way fifteen miles from this message stand,

and out from the umbrella into the rain you will have a moment of brilliance that will grow into perfect words of order and you will know what you want."

The message man fades

fifteen miles shine

And I know what I want.