That bus stop break hit & run
I take a vow
I swear
I curse
I bad mouth this broken heart.
Thanksgiving, for the bus breaks.
It’s too early to jump on rolling wheels 50 tons of steel and rubber, some people alive and jealous.
And you, sprouted charm.
Why inviting the devil so soon just before, right before the rainy corner of the street.
You promised to stay a little longer.
You promised to collect roots instead of fruits.
What we signed up for, a worthy life, its shortness reminds to make it worth.
Why cutting cookies and corners and throats from singing your lyrics, after all the despair is what they are seeking.
Lonely listener, shedding tears for a comfortable word, produced by blood except the actual cutting.
Since the stream of love, we cannot cut.
This heart will pump and will shop for mercy, I beg your pillow party, early home made candy, and other rhymes with programs and progressive.
Don’t go back, to the twisting neck on the sidewalk, you already heard it cracking.
The relief, the tear drop.
The emergency stop.
And then what?
Not coming back, is that so?
I hug your pardon.
Slow the gas paddle and make love to this left over day, week and the rest of these structures we cannot forsee, so forgive.
We’re flying far and it requires a broken bloody blocked veins, to get creative about the fuck it, I do it.
Merci beaucoup.
We’re here.
Marcel Proust, why so sad?
Why so fast? In the death of free time.
You found mother, awaiting.
Counting seconds and cheek kisses.
My dear son,
Enjoy the rest of the cake without me.
Carrot or stick, we’ll take cake mother ill take cake.
The calorie to burn shame guilt and other fuels for hell.
I’m cycling to Woking and Guilford, I may get to Horsham and Lancing..
To see my imaginary friend.
My drowning self in the ocean.
While I cheese cake kiss my new rescue dog and rescue boy, my lovely lady bird.
Hug me before the minutes run out of time.
The bus stop is around the street, but I promise to not peek before it’s time for a long blue sleep.
Terminology for the next station, where they don’t give kisses and cheesecakes.
So why rushing?
Cuddles naps puzzles on the lake side piano my daughter played at 04:48am and shivers all over klmy body, my body that’s still here.
Present and firm to hug closer than ever, with a view towards the cliff of truth.
Don’t shut up.
Amaranthine, last year blood.
And flowers, red, and we cry and water these emotions with actions
It’s time to go to the moon and back, here some tickets.
Pay for them now.
Later, it’s impossible.
Bye. Goodbye.
