On the rebound
finding
bed
and
board
all found on the bounce
where the waste ground
looked inviting,

she saw and she
invited
I accepted
and too casually
I fell for her
she
fell for me,
stopping
just to catch our breath.

Serendipity,
fates collide
provisionally
and then
permanently fuse.

On another digit of the
digital day
the clocks don't strike
the lights don't strobe,
this is what?

I don't know if
it's in morse code
if the road I tarry on
is to Babylon,
what a carry on,

but a couple of dots
and maybe a dash
don't seem so hard
so
I'll have a bash

The crash will always come
like Stuka's out of the sun
you'll be
I'll be
shot down and krapped upon
or should that be not so
we'll go on.