praxhe to dirty black

Dirty Black,

Street uncaring I go after
the good days but usually too far and I can't

remember most of yesterday
wherefrom honied particulars

rise out a tone unclear,
and I've had my chance with the good and the strong

but the bee never learns that ultimately
he's alone, sprawling

under the valley and wind
the bee doesn't learn nor need to learn,

natural through the shadows and the shining sun--
I'm only ever in over

excitement and when the opportunity
comes I couldn't to save

a single good soul say no,
and I've had my chance with the good and the strong

and the street of flowers flooding but again:
I almost always go too far.

-Praxhe