A Series Of Short Poems: Human Nature Pt. II

[Pan]

But sometimes you meet people

Who are made of other things

Who took nature into their hands and shaped themselves

"City"

I met an Skyscraper once

Looked up at their face and trembled at how small I felt

And discovered that I am afraid of gravity

Of countless windows and revolving doors

Of my own insecurity as their guards pat me down

Stone faces and cold reflecting eyes

"Café"

There are Coffee Shops

Who always smell like early morning and late rainy nights

Whose skin and walls are covered with the works of local artists

Hung up behind dimly lit wide stage eyes

Conversations with them are like open mics

Filled with slam poetry and snapping fingers

While distant jazz murmurs bits of their history against my ears

"Highway"

Some people are Rest Stops

They treat themselves like way stations for passing faces

Their words disrupt their quiet contemplation

Like the soft buzzing of vending machines

On a hot summers day

Their faces always say, "Welcome"

While their bodies door says, "Exit"

And "Break In Case Of Emergencies" 

"Dance Club"

Raves only open up at night

Neon sign eyes, black lights, glitter, and body painted smiles

They are the sleepless, the restless, the ones whose

Slurred speech pulls back the music and loud ring of voices

To reveal their truth

Little strobing stars wrapped around fragile bones

Still learning and yearning to make connection with themselves