The crowning savor that left your mouth, slow silent sour jewels from her eyes, and a swollen heavy hand. Picking up the simple things, watching me from my shoulders, it’s either a sorry or please or nothing at all. I’ll step outside myself, intentions and bias motives in between my teeth, close your eyes; you can’t watch me like this…
desire, i put it in a hunter; a white wire lion, the chances are, i’ve let my hair long… in spring, along with your things; a chinese flute, sails the moon down, into the river. my body, is dreaming of you, braking lights; so unsure, so unsure. every night begins, another subject, and there is no rewind.
If I get up, I will not give in, with the night lights’ withering into soft supposes, things of those that they’d oppose to, by the sidewalk right now, the drizzle barely there, you were barely there, you disappeared, I’m scared, scrolling text in my head, I saw red, you silenced fate with your blind eyes, crossed arms and opened doors of a car… if I get up, remind me of this, whatever happened, you were barely there, you disappeared, you let me down, disapprovingly in hesitant, altruistic anvils shackled to their ankles, not even an apologetic gesture to turn back… if I get up, I will eat you alive, eat you alive, eat you alive.
I was afraid that you might have changed your mind, its sunrise, surprise surprises, last night was great. I’ve got a beautiful view; it’s you, beside me, so sleepy. Keep sleeping darling, I’ve barely caught your name, its Sunday don’t worry, it’s not every time that I could tell great excuses. This love has no love, but somehow, you’re not just another number on my lips, this fervor could travel. You’re no longer laughing, neither am I, we could start unsullied over coffee, some cigarettes and affections. Keep talking, tell me stories, its gorgeous facts mingled with your comeliness grace, keep playing with your hair. You sound so provocative against seclusion, that makes me smile, give in, give me a try. This love has no love, but somehow, I’m asking questions, its decisive tries so don’t lie.
begin. begin. begin.
There was you biting on a green apple, listening to some Jefferson Airplane, drawing a big balloon around the ducks and dragonflies with your marker pen fingers, moving your lips to the soft sweet breeze, thinking about magic and history, tragic calamities you gave names to, you’ve never needed anybody to amuse and entertain you, you’ve never wanted anything to do with cords and filaments, I know you’ll never stop pretending. I give up.
(1) 328km + 328km + 27km +27km + (pits stops and drained batteries) = sore buttocks x 4 hours at 130 km/h with pie = apple and cold crusts
(2) Complains, complains, shopping, complaints and souvenirs…
(c) “my Honda will come,” this bulimic mind queers on repeat
(3) nothing much really, just lassitude and good chow within 7 – 10:30 pm.
(4) passing clouds. I wish I could convene some money. oh no video.
(5) ripping track 9 of 14.
(6) mom loved The Streets. “Are they reading it out from a piece of paper?” good question but still a grand don’t come for free. (g &h) So that was Sunday and Monday.
I’ll pickpocket your impetuous virginity, yes I will. 
Ruined plans complimenting hesitant drizzle blots and lurch. All the while. Vacillating against fickle and speedy limping Arabs in undersized green Mitsubishi Colts. Get on. Get on. Hungry sized nuisance invites bad parking, some shopping for perfumes. Good evasions, good walking, good food to break fast with good friends. Local, cold. Someone familiar brushed aside. So filled that it’s hard to breathe since I’m the most negligible. Maybes, maybes, maybes and cautious time, to head home drunk in Muslim fare. So satisfied. It’s monetary justice and ice-cream. It’s lethargy after an apposite dinner. It’s what we’ll do again sometime soon with today’s camaraderie.
You took and you left. I’m naked here, literally. It’s obscene but it makes me grin a little grin. You took and you left a huge impression on the sheets…
