Walk the Dog!

yo, my yo yo, straight from the heartstrings

pulse goes up and down, as I'm pulled taught- zinggg!

Amidst relationship madness, listening's attuned to good vibrations,

I'm, pluckin my own petals: do i like her? 

And what is this knot i, i think i am, or rather i am not. 

Flippin myself upside down, doing headspins on shakey ground
Singing "Be, Boy!"

Running with my tongue in the wind-

A young pup, finding balance with new tricks,

Learning lessons wouldn't be this hard, if I could just sit!
Still for a minute

Until then I'll munch on broken biscuits and give you the paw.

Leading us back in time

Like Lassie re-runs 

Touching each of the 7 heavenly sins, 

where i take my cue- look out pool sharks, these words guard life, 

And I offer them freely, so you can put down the knife

And share a slice of adolescent strife

¿Listo? I'm diving deep

Already sunk the 8 ball,
and I still haven't shown my teeth.  

1. (First grade) She's got blond hair and sings a melody,
i swear makes me tear through rows
of kindergartners lookin for my muse.
in tune with her golden pitch- I don't flinch

just melt like, I can't believe it's butter. 

i am but a bubble, a plankton in her ocean

2.) (2nd grade), don't remember whether it was fractions
or fractiles or finger paint, i do remember
fainting with joy that time our hands touched-

speechless, just went the verb, 

though I trust my heart said, oh, word!

3.) Her name's Ilenna:
I'm in third grade and because i'm too young to think about humps,
i ride the curves of her name.  And each time she shouts
mine- my goosebumps go...  oh,
If I could just reach out to let you know
Yo! I like you!
No lumps in my throat

as I would defy the unspoken gravity that keeps

us asian-american brother and sister from embracing
-goosebumps don't lie.

4.) In fourth grade, reminiscing on the time we played the recorder

making a symphony heard in all frequencies

5.) Fifth grade, she's got a N.W.G.a normal normal white goyim.  

And this homework seems more important- yeah right!

6.) Sixth grade- I will will myself to lust- 

Against judgment and self-mistrust

I worship her shadow like a religion!

And history is history,

no need to crucify 

the present

Our timeline is a gift

7.) 7th grade, I need a recess, from myself.
My ego is awake, but I’ve known only doubt
in what work or test can I find a A+ in pride?
Envious of all other eagle scout, girlfriend badge

earning, earthlings I'm feeling less included in the tribe

And find myself hovering on the outside
Trapped like Tom wrathfully chasing
his ever elusive mouse.

I feel like a cockroach hiding from the light 

in my own house.  

8.) Eighth grade,
Not time for slothin teachers say
got nothin to do with gluttony either way
I'm just a silly boy with a lot of love to say.

Take a journey and open your third eye
We'd stay fly like Aladdin and Yazmin on a G-6
Leap from the school carpet
out of the male-dominated, hold-myself-back, matrix.

And find ourselves in a place where stars live

  

I've seen that sometimes i internalize disney
and white men’s artificial legacies frozen
cryogenically by textbooks and culture

But I swear, for you, I'd defy all of the norms

And soar through every internal storm, 

Come out together like the “little Indian,” big and brave- breaking

free of a 200 year old cupboard, under hollywood lights…
  

Truth be old, school crushes are written all over
my walls and on crumpled up notes.

I flirt like bees buzz.  Paint murals from the

pollen that floats from winter till autumn,

just like music,
betwixt lovers-

In classes I teach, students teach me

They are honest about who and how they like- 

Never crushing they feelings like cans, 

Showing every moment, their real fiber ain't in actin plastic
or being rigid.
Rising through unsorted white settler refuse and

being recycled into women and men

Like Obama told himself prior to proposal-

Michelle, Yes I can!!!