Register the Mundane
I have no problem
Finding beauty in the most ordinary things
Like sunshine’s crystallized mourning song
Falling down the Arizona sky like raindrops from India
Purple, pink, orange destiny
Slowly reclining before the ebony embrace of twilight
There is nothing wrong
With a coffee before bedtime
Rich pumpkin spice scent wafting from the air vents
Hugging the streets between breaths of hot air
Autumn memories before a park bench
Silence before the poet
Booms into (check two one three, check) the Mic and spits out
truth
A shopping spree after payday
Ringing it up at the register
The cashier boy with his deep brown eyes and tenor voice
That seeps into every crevice of the floor
Skateboard King on Sundays
The aerials and ollies, flips still twinkling in his
eyes
Chocolate lust hair that swept in front of his
Eyes
The most beautiful things in life
Aren’t hard to appreciate
When he has eyes like that
When I fall
I fall hard
(God damn)
[Those eyes]
Bam on the counter
Heart still warm from previous engagements
“Did you find everything okay, today?”
“Yes, yes I did”
“I’m glad”
And I searched, searched from some hidden meaning in his words
Nothing more then what I wanted
He looked deep,
Deep
Deep down into me
I have no problem
Being in love with the person
Nobody seems to notice
Because
I have no problem
Finding the beauty in the most ordinary things
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