you see,
well rather ironically
you dont...
or at least i dont
(...my mistake)
(that was my perception/projection of "you" based on "me" because we (again sorry or/ sorry again) can only see the world egocentrically)
i lost my glasses last week
havent seemed keen
on finding them on the streets of
O, (Oh) (OH) how i keened after them (IO)
driving on a mirror this morning, mourning, before the sun, a rose, arose.
i finally noticed them gone.
the acid lined upper middle class road from my
(socially speaking)
lower class acid ridden
(economically speaking)
upper middle class mind
had dis(re)appeared^(infinity)

all time was lost

and for the first time in my driving career
i found myself, spending more time looking at the street than at the road
shooting stars of red streamed after taillights
as if always trying to catch up
  greens joined in from lights above
...but did not muddle the stars  
like the perfectly controlled watercolor artisan

what Virtuoso, what Perfectionist, what Letter-dash-letter of a being
could create such an immaculate emasculating picture (lack of question mark)
i am humbled.

p.s
i gave up looking for my glasses
my vision seemed perfectly clear
so was yours (Sorry)

I wasn’t ****** at first
then I remembered that time
when I almost told you I loved you
but my lips met yours before I could spill

My teeth chattered and I blamed it on the cold,
on skimpy going out clothes and patriarchal *******
because what do you do when someone breaks you in half
and the best you could think of is to pretend that you’re angry
and pretend your world isn’t dissolving on high street
into drunken chaos and blinking crosswalk signs
trying to keep shaking legs moving forward
while your earth stops turning ?

What I wanted to ask you was
Have you ever tried to ease a memory as it was happening?

Because all I could think was
no, this can’t be part of my history
and no, I wont let this be a part of me

Because I let myself fall for you
because I fell for a coward
who wasn’t brave enough
to also fall for me.