Bright rainbow underneath the overpass
And I am not right here,
While you have discovered your bedroom waiting
For a rainstorm-
And I get home and do my job,
Waiting for my parents to bring me fried
Chicken:
Well, you can’t look me in the eye, but this is
Still just a roller coaster
Or a Ferris wheel getting up into nowhere:
Beautiful words meaning nothing
While I am making love
With your younger sister in her bedroom- and the cafes
Are booming,
And the stewardesses are still wondering about coming
Home-
But during lunch, teatime of butterflies in the mouth
Of a lycanthrope,
Laughing and drooling through the basins that they
Told you to believe-
Waiting in the sidelines of many moons:
This is just science-fiction, and I am still waiting out of
Breath for you,
My heart and soul overfilled with these unnecessary bouquets.
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