His Manners.

maybe you were just being polite when you said i was beautiful

as if your tongue could only hold words

that fit the confines 

of your body

your boxed body

it felt weird

not to wear a suit, isn’t that sad?

you asked me

i was silent

because maybe you were just being polite

when you 

flirted with

my counter culture fibres

my “free spirited” allure

how many times do you have to tell me

im a hippie

maybe you were just being polite when you rolled a joint

like giving a japanese person chopsticks instead of a fork

Yes united nations

you’re ahead of the game

all hippies smoke pot

thanks for the peace offering 

maybe you were just being polite

when we talked about the moon

or

when we slow danced to neil young 

with the trees

maybe you were just being polite when you kissed

me 

for the last time

st clair station

st clair fucking subway station

I’m happy you took me in

for 

a night

thinking I was some psychedelic

I could take you on a trip

I would die out in six hours

wouldn’t even know I was there

peacefully leave you

to just think about

that trip

but this time 

im not 

the

drug 

to your

convenient

escapism.