In tight black jeans that fit me perfectly;
White pills distract with connect the dots.
Downtown pale steam-filled air hangs overhead;
Presently cold defines hot.
-3 PBR’s and 2 American Spirits später.
I wait for my girl to get back home.
Suddenly, standing patient at The Light Rail station:
-Seems like ages,
-So many changes.
Our ears and lips occupied our phones.
Sit seat to the airport in heat, up, afoot, breath absorbed, as I walk forward thru open doors all alone.
-One step at a time in leather boots brown.
-Hurriedly getting aboard.
Looking around, there’s not much for people tonight.
A Monday, a frigid display of days to come, an opposite glance of the summer moments we’ve come to love.
-Ubiquitous dim light.
This ding-ding-ding sound as the dated capsule closes, and lurches forward.
Exploring diverse sorts,
Touching tender sores to feel more,
Rich to poor-it matters not anymore.
Will she be late?
Will she forget the date?
Has she run off to explore?
Peace to war,
Snooze to bore,
We meet open arms to embrace, a feel-good support.
-Playing with you, fair friend.
Momentary heavy thoughts fill my head.
People complain about the relationships they’re in.
That is because they are not really in one.
They have not the strength to come to terms and begin one.
Self-respect means being honest with oneself, truly-without a doubt.
An old math teacher once told me, “If it works, it’s gotta be right.” *
We met up again tonight.