roundabouts on street corners | 1 |
precede 3 a.m. condensation | 2 |
conversations with the sidewalk | 3 |
blue canvas and more smoke | 4 |
syllables perfected, exacted | 5 |
because pretending is more fun | 6 |
walk. don't walk. paces change | 7 |
more frequently than ever i had imagined | 8 |
the sugar is sweeter in teaspoons, you'll see | 9 |
i hope you can make it to the finish line | 10 |
with visions of hands folded | 11 |
like origami gesticulations | 12 |
and tongues folded around | 13 |
the depth in the simplicity of nothing | 14 |
you eyes dart at slanted angles | 15 |
blinded by the stars | 16 |
and my stare sleeps | 17 |
near the space between your uncertain eyes | 18 |
'step on a crack and break your back' | 19 |
repeating in the risk of this glance | 20 |
such childish warnings | 21 |
never heeded so much clarity | 22 |
you remain indifferent, uninvolved | 23 |
filling up the empty slots | 24 |
in your randomly detailed daybook | 25 |
with unprompted meetings | 26 |
with strategically arranged seating | 27 |
for where we all will sit | 28 |
in your silent game | 29 |
of musical chairs | 30 |