13/05/2023

roses on the bus hit my nose
then the burgundy roses hit my shoulder
hunched over her bag, picking her nose
the most beautiful creature i have ever seen

she would feel swell
her eyes would well
for my thoughts on her,
if not for my existence,
if she knew i was real.

what does it say about my heart
that it can flatline over such a small trip

calm me up, set me down
you will let me down

calm me down, set me up
my mind spills over a coffee cup
in southern italy

just awaken, shaken once again