I do solemnly swear to never text you again...from the poetry slam

There are days and then there are
   hot, dirty curbstones that wait for
bare feet and confusion
oh perform a patter poetically
  puddles of piss,
jump up and down , and
     pitch a bitch all the way uptown
Fine flashy fingers, pale legs in high heels
talking about pussy and giving us the feels
don't stop till the hammer drops
we try to finesse it
 drop in a cuss so we can express it
   meanwhile there are formless thoughts and memories
   looking for a place to land , needing light and the sophistry
of a willing ear to bend
   and some time to spend
  you are my cowboy made of clouds i say
and i am but a stray
     waiting for your rope'
to choke me out or bring me home
   the front of you is steel and smoke
      and you sleep inside my bones
i scream at the walls of my cell
        i scream in the prison of my shiny life
my love is warm and clean
         and shiny,so
 i look like tortillas and beans
        at this point in the performance,
I can't keep up with the barrage
      I just have to say
 i am trying to limit
  the numbers
of people that I
  disappoint
and so that makes me fearful
     that makes me late
  and keeps me quiet