RUBBER LEGS. freedom. n' feelz. and D. #6
RUBBER LEGS.
As I spread organic peanut butter
on my brown rice cake
an elderly man strolls by.
Cane in hand.
An extension
that his younger self
probz never thought
would be his world.
Two yellow, narrow teeth
are all that remains on his lower jaw.
and long white hairs
adorn his delicate neck.
He's 82
and proud to be.
Said he use to want to be a boxer.
He outlived Muhammad Ali.
A resident of
ON THE BAY
Three grand a month
on the bay.
and rent in New York is still fakin’ expensive
even in a nursing home.
He’s Sober.
41 years.
and proud to be.
drugs got Prince.
He says
only had morphine once.
He says.
and the best thing that happened to him;
was getting married.
He asks for a job.
kicks up his cane
and does a solid dance.
He movez
his strong, fragile, frame
on a Monday at noon.
sayz they call him,
Rubber Legs.
*****
freedom
the freedom that comes with having a vehicle
sometimes gets lost
on being 28.
and the freedom that comes from being employed
sometimes gets lost
when your ego thinks you’ve fallen
from a place that doesn’t exist.
*****
n’ feelz
I sent him a text last night
that clarified
that when I confessed
I felt
needy
it translates to
I need you
in mah lyfe
*****
and D.
he lights me up
literally
figuratively
it’s a late night
and i’m lying on the ground
in his lovely, gnarly voice-
yo D- hows this look?!
i chime in,
yea D! how does this look?
BAH.
I see enough of that.
he smirks.
he greets everyone
every morning
his daughters are smart
and kind and beautiful
he fist bump approved my bf
and he liked an instagram post last week.