Tonight I found
myself in a
parking lot.

I jumped,
I ran,
I slid,
and I smiled.

I, once again
looked for
shortcuts to
ordinary life
such as: crammed buses
and their empty roofs.

the moon looked
sharp,
and I wasn't worried
of anyone else;
but me.

eluding merely
six vehicles in a
free-way
because I
like the rush
next to death.

but I was breathing,
more alive than ever,
with a board
on 4-wheels
gripped.

and proud to be
lost,
proud to be
nothing,
proud to feel
like I did first,
5 years ago.

and I was happy.

The bee finds that there is a universe inside that flower.

she had nice
hair.
nice skin
too.
nice
eyes.
and
the way her lips
circled her
lit cigarette,
inhaling
just the right
amount of
reviving-death,
and
managing a
cheeky grin
was nice.
a lady,
not a girl.
I sat to her
and
for once in
a very
very long time.
I had a sense of
fear...
of wonder on
what move she'd
make next.
rather than
hope
for the best
with a
predictable,
****** opportunity.
lady.

I like to look
out the window
and count how
many rooms stay
lit
after midnight,
on a sunday night.
how many souls
breathe
despair & anxiety.
how many people
lay
and execrate their
following morning shift.
how many people's
child keeps them
zombified
at night.
how many people
just
don't care...
it's 2 in the morning,
and it's
nice being me.

i ll never know the day
when i can no longer trust my senses;
for i think i trust YOU more than it
and i know none can say that about anybody ever,
except me about you.