somewhere between always and never in an abstract space like a dark tunnel a mosquito buzzes low you're leaned back on your pillow blanket outstretched on the pale green looking up at a sky with no stars country music plays softly from your radio but there's nothing to hear you reach into your back pocket and pull out a portrait of mona lisa with gum catering to her face and sticking to your painted fingernails smoke drifts softly off the orchards and ambient conversationsΒ Β there's empty tension as you hear the clink of the wine glasses being passed around silvery flowers are shivering in the empty moonlight you're having a daydream while someone's talking i think you're dreaming about a crow its tracing your movements while you're walking stomping across wet plants and muddy grass and puddles in the road in yellow raincoats and dyed hair holding mushrooms and butterflies these soft discussions that go nowhere are a backdrop for black and white images that mean nothing you could catch a handful of rain as it trickles down like a drop sliding down the side of a cup you could empty that handful of rainwater spread it out on the grass like coins and diamonds layered on a glass table you could be intertwined with your lover on the blanket letting your whispers tickle each others ears while the music from the radio plays skeleton keys and dead notes soon, your arm resting across a lover's chest will taste the stinging warmth of the sun as it breaks the morning sky into a million parts and then you'll have to deal with the lazy poetic imagery of the new day bees will hum against the dew coloured flowers hazy orange heat melting into mirages will reflect off car windows and burn your feet on the inky black tar and you'll have to stare at the hearts etched into legs so to all the ceiling fans that stopped spinning a long time ago your friends raise a glass and say "hello never how may i be of assistance it seems to me you've lost something i would like to help you find it" the skies are darker than usual and the clouds are greyer the sunlight is warmer and friendlier the green is wet words and dialogues are more abstract than ever. plants are playing in the suburban boredom the pool is sunburned
there's a ladybug on your leg. say goodnight to it while you still have the chance.