conjuring dreams from the thin wispy air
dancing around in my head, here and there
I follow behind in a lonely parade
where no one can see through our clever charade
dramatically straighten all my curls to fit
we no longer see through the tiny blind slit.
girl on the bus with triangular pants
tall boy who stopped me outside for a dance
woman in brown I had dreamed ever after
man in blue shorts with his loud, high-pitched laughter
the hues are all stunning from distances gone
they still sit outside when the shades are long drawn.
persistence, not pleasure, and never a bliss
they all turn around without feeling a kiss
following, blindly, through thick flowing liquor
stumbling once as I turn 'round a corner
I'm holed up in comfort, alone with my thoughts
of the woman who's kiss left my stomach in knots.