My money is
burnt over the edges
Like a tender togetherness
on the soil of boredom

I like having
conversations about
the last solar eclipse
and broken jet planes
Fighter planes
not repaired properly

I like to
know more of
what happened yesterday

I regret waiting
for the tomorrow

But
it will eventually come

Come like a
summersault over
a franchise of well established
educational institutions

And break like a
fragrance under a bloodthirst.

I know of you
And you just know a
part of me
But how will you convince
of not knowing what I still don't know about me?