right hand pointing

Change blossoms in my pocket

And that man

 

Needs it—I get his blessings

From what I’m willing to let go of.

 

And when another says

I’m trying to get to my mama’s house

 

I want to tell him

You owe me no explanation

 

You owe no one an explanation.

How can we explain it?

 

The dark feeling of derision.

Sunlight refuses these streets

 

Where a man actually begs

Says – I’m so cold. It’s Valentine’s Day.

 

I’m walking around with roses

in my pocket.