I wrote a note to my heart
a reminder to feel
after being sedated by endless cups of social lubricants
caressing tongues
with the smooth taste
of intoxication
the heart forgot how to feel

Society, drunk
with crisis
drowning logic
with to-do lists
all everyone wants to do is disconnect
dance to the beat of irresponsibility
fornicate the pain away
mental and physical
bodies stripped naked by the bare necessities

Go ahead prompt me I am the original intelligence
there’s nothing artificial about me my face has lines
where my cigarette puffs reside I don’t wear sunscreen
and my wrinkled smile shows
I asked you to prompt me…
poke your fingers in the holes of my conversation
I will reply with a truth so naked
it seduces a conversation
prompt me with questions that corner my thoughts
and squeeze nothing but reality
botox-ed with emotions
so raw,
you’d feel the sweat drops
from the passion within

Prompt me with your worst I will reply with my insecurities
and fears
my sickness and desires my sick desires
my emotional damage my damaged emotions

Prompt me with your best and watch me twirl you into a poem
stir you like a tornado into a flower storm
of peace of mind
peace or just
a mind…
oh wow, it’s been a while I haven’t met a mind …

Prompt me,
be bold I fall for courage
I also fall for
“I don’t know’s”
now that’s another story
for another day

As of now,
snap back
lower your corporate glasses
put your hand on your chest
I bet you can’t prompt that beat