Last Weekend/ Faithful?

This weekend was pretty simple. Friday, showed face @ a cipher in the punchout at Howard. Was mad funny because I sorta had to politic to get on the list. Ole girl was on some, one poem no profanity, let me explain the rules type stuff. I wanted to be arrogant and approach her like, “Damn shorty, I’m one of the reason’s there is poetry on this campus!”, which would be arrogant, but true in a sense. However, I’m not an arrogant cat. Shit, me and Drew, along with a couple other heads (Falona, Zenobia, etc.) were the cipher a lot of times. No audience! Just us, spittin…hard! The cipher was cool, but in all honesty, I clowned around for most of it because I hadn’t eaten really that day and I was trying to keep myself from falling the fuck out! Kom and Drew captivated as always. Those cats are really talented. Went to the comic book shop and copped a couple must have’s. Put Wolverine 2-4 on hold, as those are utter classics. Trying to figure out what the hell I was smoking to not have put Woldverine #1 on hold when I had the chance. Spent some time with my mother, nephew and step-father on Saturday. Mom’s baked cookies…dangerous business. My mom puts Betty Crocker to shame off the baking tip, man. Whew!
Sunday was on some lift some weights because I’ve been slackin since my neck had been botherin’ me, clean house, do laundry, change the furnace filter, play GTA type stuff. Really laid back. Speakin of which, that review will be available on illpoets.com, so check it out when ya can!
I’m out!

PS- Here’s another unseen ditty from the files of Lee the Poet

Faithful


You were there from square one for him
You ran to his side when others would run from him
Even when moms unknowingly started to wear him a little thin
With you,
He never had to pretend
So that’s why right now,
You feel he
Has to make amends
Hurt by this pain
Thinking foolishly that this is the one thing that’d stay the same
That this love, unlike all the others
Would never change
Feeling clueless
Knowing someone must have, but not sure who did
You still did things like cook
He
Stopped saying thank you
You,
Continued to try new things in bed
While he
Stopped returning favors
You, seeking your own gratification
Increased the compliments
Although to you it makes no sense
It seems as if he,
Stopped paying attention
So I don’t need to mention,
This is why you are in my bed at 12:00am
But I will
Looking up at me like I’m the best thing since sliced bread when I’m cuttin’ you
But please don’t get it confused,
Although we are cool, I am not loving you
You see, I,
Am an opportunist
A performance artist who’s passionate about being passionate
And the actions that were once reserved for him
You gave to me freely
And since we were already attracted to each other
Me getting you here is easy
And keepin’ you here,
Ain’t hard
And keeping you coming back for more
Is like my second job
See I have a damn fine catch without any of the catches
And you’re so busy fucking him through me
We perform gymnastics on my mattress
The fact is
All three of us are actors
Not knowing our roles and the repercussive factors
So self absorbed in the sadness of our own madness that nothing else matters
Even though he has caused you stress
Maybe even made you depressed
He
Has never gone to anyone but you
For sex
(Well, maybe himself)
Maybe he,
is stressed out because he’s taken on a second job to keep taking you to those nice dinners you used to love
Maybe you
Don’t care who loves you as long as they do it the way you want it
Maybe you think him loving you can be gauged by the way he fucks you
And I,
Do that like he used to
Maybe I,
Feel that relationships aren’t useful
So I take all the pros and avoid the cons
Maybe you are trying to hurt him with actions he’ll never know about because you’ll never tell him
All because you don’t want him to be jealous
You just want him to feel it,
Like you do
That detached and too- tired- to- make- love, love
Not knowing he
Already does so, although he may not win any awards
And over the years has uncovered a lot of unseen bull
He has always been true and about you
And you,
Were unfaithful