Oct 21st 2017 4:14am
graced with nostalgia
middle of the night weary
in blue jeans on black couch
i do remember you.
surreal as past snippets can be
there they are
partially engaged, cinematic
you proposed to me.
i made a lot of jokes
i always chased you into the night.
without shoes, even
cigarette stale air
and tv light reflected
in another world
It sure is crazy isn't it?
separated by walls
then streets and lights and air
and time
and time and time again
we forget what brought us here
to wreck the wholesome
in instant gratification
of automated normality
imposed sedation
go off, get off
come off of it
though we are choice-less
in the matter
and matters of the heart matter most,
dont they