Innervisions

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life

today
the morning sun tapped against the blackout curtains
softly behind my headboard
beckoning me
imploring me to rise
and put one foot in front of the other
forward motion to wash the night away
fresh faced
to perform as many verbs as my body and soul would allow
until the stillness of the night
covers me once again

innervisions
that today is gonna be a good day
my walk to the subway station would be met with smiles
on both side of the streets and aisles
and the train ride to the office
would be smooth as the butt of my newborn
still slumbering after my good bye kiss
as i walked out the door
and into the sunlight that tapped against my blackout curtains
not too long before

glass not half full
but bubbling over with optimism and joy
that today 
when i walk into the supermarket 
after reading her lengthy grocery text list
that the closed curcuit cameras will launch into overdrive
because the sun has kissed my skin
and made it as brown as those bunches of bananas 
that should have been sold last week

and while them cameras run into overdrive
like mother vultures about to pounce from their airy cliffs
dressed in blue
and red strobe lights circling their eyes 
modern day exorcists
meanwhile
a palefaced patron 
lifts two months of inventory into her nice
big michael kors
met with smiles and door opening exit
no harm
no foul

but them innervisions keep me movin
after the cashier checks my twenty dollar bill
shakes it
like gold is about to vomit from jackson's lips
onto the conveyor belt
the sun
done kissed me this morning
and ain't nothin gonna keep me down
not whistling dixie
but stevie wonder on my mind
livin for the city
moment to moment
one more day

i beleive
every day i wake up and see the sun
seeing it even when it ain't there
skies as grey as my six year old chevy that needs a wash
that it's gonna be a good day
i'll be seen for me
not for who i would never vote for
or who's daughter i could never take out on a date
or a neighborhood 
i could never move into
without windows nightly broken
and tires slashed 
like zorro

innervisions 
keep me smiling
sane
optimistic
and restrained
and you better thank God
for stevie giving them innervisions to me