He pokes out his chest
loving the attention
of a woman he found crying between the shadows of old tall brick buildings
named for former city mayors who had forgotten about her plight
a familiar project whore looking for light
in the form of a man
some armored knight to lift her up
and take her three children with different fathers farther than the linked chained fences and worn out patches of grass glooming outside of her window
opening her legs blinding men in the tunnel of her self-neglect was her style
see she had lost respect for herself, her children, her neighbor
a black spider lurking in murky room corners looking for light
in the form of a man
some deep pocket to fall into
someone to screw
All of these women reaching for the same man
He pokes out his chest
loving the attention
of a woman he found between stacks of books in a dusty library basement
calling attention to the glasses she wore between classes, first class, middle class, upper class
a debutante snob looking for light
in the form of a man
some wise king to reign over her
and take her social consciousness to heights beyond the words on pages in the books she read while sitting on manicured lawns and benches in the park
All of these women reaching for the same man
He pokes out his chest
loving the attention
of a woman standing on the beach within arms reach of the coconut tree
staring out at the ocean and feeling the breeze of Oya swaying giant palm leaves
a spirit child looking for light
in the form of a man
some nurturing God to enlighten her
and move her feet when the weight of the world on her shoulders caused her knees to lock
frozen and unable to travel forward
Loving the attention of these woman
He pokes out his chest
He pokes out his chest
