[Poetry] Untitled 3.0

[yukiko_neechan]

getting high with all these friends
is nothing compared to being up in that hot air balloon with you
shaking around, the head lolls
and it's all kind of out of focus in the camera

my nose was bumping up against your finger
for some obscure reason
but it's a big flying colourful dream
the clumsy peanut butter jelly sandwich aside

thinking dumb sentimental words picked from a random lineup
i take my coffee outside, and smoke a cigarette
's not much: open here, microwave 3 seconds
ready to consume, these instant-made sugar-coated moments

fondly, i walk away from a majestically cold iced-latte
some notes from a song play in my head
maybe that scene from the movie we both laughed at
else i'm just getting high with my friends again

[end]