Me and these tempting English letters, we can\'t
Seem to have enough of each other
Surreal placements, positions
Jaded with predispositions
Pouring through my eyes
Beyond comprehension
Or need, I write about
What I cannot define
I try to cheat, I borrow some languages
Borrowing the time and the space
Of people capable of thinking
In multiple languages, ways
Their minds, their words
With my insatiable lust
In one, or many forms
Combined biases, my perspectives
With my human limitations
People help me reason
This meat, sometimes
They don\'t have to
I know I am bound
To this life, one that\'s short
\"Quit selling me short\"
I say to these lines
But they run short
Of me, this body
It\'s capacity, it\'s zeal, time
I have things to say, but
I don\'t do justice to
The things I say
Do you really know?
What I mean is
Incomplete...
...And it will end
With my
Name.
-Al