Brick by Brick

02/2017
Acrylic on 9x12in paper
Abstract portraits series by Jaiye continues.
Stacking these bricks so high
row after row.
Surrounding me like,
there's no where to go.
Peeping through these bars,
losing me isn't as hard,
anymo
what I need?
like a boat?
symmetry,
like a moat?
like a poet? poetry
like it's suppose, to be.
Intentionally lost,
so my troubles can't find me,
exhausted, this tunnel confides me.
the cost is
apparent, apparently,
no light in the night can guide me
Inhalin' these trees in my lungs,
must be pollen season.
Young and reckless, young and dumb,
must be a valid reason.
That I do bad to the bone,
I can do bad on my own.
Who would've known
selling dreams, to babies,
definitelies to maybies
when ya twenties, feel so old.
& Overthinking is a bitch
dig myself into a hole (whole)
ditch, the torture of the unknown.
Pull a spliff, perspective take a whole
switch, the mystery unfolds,
bliss on the arch of your
lips. Cheeks look golden
warmer when it’s you
that I'm holdin'.
Stacking these
bricks so high
row after row, like a boat?
surrounding me like,
symmetry,
there's no where to go like a moat?
peeping through these bars,
like a poet? poetry
loosing me isn't as hard,
anymo
like it's suppose, to be