like the bland hug at one’s depth of bed-storms,
light glitches refigured to past teachers, creaming soda
my factual solace, hay-bale dreams. you fancied her
ponytail more than anything. sheet lightning levels above
slessor & his cool happenstance fizzled. this afternoon
we should reference the sheet-music that survives.
as i want to declare stuff now steadily: impart student
earnest life-lived wisdom & pre-war modish jubilant. i
want to get stoned like it’s a psych-trait, hang on people
in cars, organ players who slide in from ten years back
dragging the lines of lyric moment & brown leather.
awesome & un-meaningful cares had a colour. derek
just unaware of his image perceived by others: flashing
out boys-club academic lines, even a private phonecall
gets gotten, eventually. poor derek looking remote.