Slow is the Creep
It starts with a flash
or a light of a match
burning slowly
lovers lie in embers
It isn’t what she left
on those Crown Heights streets
the black eyes or shattered soul
it’s where her heart beats
quietly time takes its toll
In this city
we so swiftly
fail to remember who we are
Sipping on delusions
while injustice tiptoes
outside broken brick walls
ghosts watch us
from perched lookouts
everyone’s a little lifeless
but on these lively streets
even the inert heart beats
That isn’t necessarily
what this is about though
In the galley
embracing as if
there is no tomorrow
souls entwine
Remarkable beauty—
seeing young lovers
in Shakespearian dream
while
the smell of snow
the stench of ardor
rise-up-into-the-sky
never asking why
the innocent wilt
right before they die
her lips are chapped
winter has come
slow is the creep of obscurity
or a light of a match
burning slowly
lovers lie in embers
It isn’t what she left
on those Crown Heights streets
the black eyes or shattered soul
it’s where her heart beats
quietly time takes its toll
In this city
we so swiftly
fail to remember who we are
Sipping on delusions
while injustice tiptoes
outside broken brick walls
ghosts watch us
from perched lookouts
everyone’s a little lifeless
but on these lively streets
even the inert heart beats
That isn’t necessarily
what this is about though
In the galley
embracing as if
there is no tomorrow
souls entwine
Remarkable beauty—
seeing young lovers
in Shakespearian dream
while
the smell of snow
the stench of ardor
rise-up-into-the-sky
never asking why
the innocent wilt
right before they die
her lips are chapped
winter has come
slow is the creep of obscurity