a few weeks ago
I saw him…
he was half asleep
from the sheer fact that
he was walking at a too late time
with too much energy.
he made eye contact with me for
a split second and then
he vanished into
his
t-shirt.
I wondered where he was going.
probably to some hot chick’s house
where he would
probably get laid
and then he would
probably not stay to cuddle like she likes doing
and then he would
probably say something sweet anyway
and then he would
probably kiss her,
real soft like he was kissing a
delicate blueberry,
not the kind in muffins but
the kind in the wild
on vines or bushes
(I’m no botanist so I don’t know which)
squeezing the side of walls
with enough pressure to pop a skyscraper
and send it flying at the moon and thus
thrusting the world into chaos as it floods
the canals,
the dams,
the motes
and then he would
probably walk back to his house
and then he would
probably see a detour and follow it,
just to see where it leads and
just because he doesn’t give a ****.
that’s w
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