Get on the bus
Cold elbows elbowing, instead of holding closer the chance to get closer.
These busses and businesses are rushing us from heart to heart, swiping stations, random holidays. Where the fair and free matches, match our expectations.
There are some fees, some expenses, some frustrations.
Wild flowers grow wilder, since that a domesticated emotion never attracted even the loneliest butterfly, thirsty for nectar, polen on the nose by kissing foolishly.
Monday afternoon late sunset, investigating picture perfect.
She laughs through these glowing lips, I sense these construction materials are valuable for more dates.
Will she pay next time?
The attention to her questions..
Since these are not frequent.
I apologize for that cheesecake recipes that rhymed with your spontaneous sprouting energies.
I crawl through the island on 4 6 8 10 wheels, where strangers get stranger.
Screens attached, intervals of content fade, the touch we craved and hopelessly matched someone not worth sleeping with, I mean sleeping, yes.
I’ll be writing poems as sailors have done, I’ll be disappearing as sailors drown, in the horizon one damn dusk or dawn.
Better let the buttflies fly, these waters are deep to caress you to sleep, since it’s imaginable.. to urge you to stay in bed, for the night. Juat this night.
To promise the moon, I can’t.
But wait how can you tell these bedbugs aren’t butterflies.
Before you stayed over too early to determine a regret.
You hear stories you meet people, the coffee is getting colder while dreaming and deciding.
I feel you gorgeous.
For a moment I wasn’t certain whether you will cry or laugh or kiss goodbye.
These life to contain, how could you possibly. Remain, raw and certain this is the habitat for your heart, what cliché..
To love your life.
Alone, she cleans the apartment and sings hallelujah with knowing the lyrics for these feet to dance bu feeling and not by a rule or law of thumb.
Father, I fell in love with a blonde bedouin.
I the calculator didn’t understand my calculations to flow instead of fight the urge to fall short instead of flying like butter spreading thin on sourdough bread.
I’m sorry I still don’t understand.
Sorry dad.
These drafts are getting longer on a traffic jam, thank you God for delaying my arrival, driving in a circle… I couldn’t take my mind off this very silly intelligent sassy smile of a woman I don’t fucking know.
No I don’t know fucking.
I swear, I just wanted to go to sleep with, I mean literally sleeping.
I wonder if you’re dreaming of me tonight and wished deep inside for toes to wrongdo this crossroads long-legs of you weren’t supposed to have bedbugs. (or butterflies, I can’t really identify, but something is crawling or flying or stinging my guts to feel your presence)
What you wished you didn’t guess but know when you were 20 but now at 30.
There is no rent for these long wings but there is a payment.
I want you in my dreams. (gasping… only?)
When I can open my eyes and see yours closed, sleeping on, dreaming of me. (gasping… only?)
And not believing, the story, that butterflies are born to standstill.
I’ll make the effort and crash by your side. It’s already bedtime.
When you shouldn’t, couldn’t hold these from flying and fantasizing accidentally.. subconsciously.
So fasten whatever you won’t (frequent questions and answers don’t reveal the sentimental bill) seatbelts are programmed for programmers.
Not gardeners who let these wild spikey flowers grow beyond the danger of an unexpected butterfly, an intruder. (a lover?)
Behind the now or never , forgot to close the water.
The bush is full of bees, the bed is full of bugs.
and you, just sitting still, drafting contracts?
Don’t go chasing butterflies, they’re here, flying in mysterious & mischievous grey skies.
