It was a quiet ride barred
from the constant odd hum the Japanese engine made.
I decided to break the ice and asked him if
the car was nice to drive and he told me it depended on
how I defined nice. Back to silence it was,
the night was still young and our hearts were still hungry.
An R8 whizzed by. We caught up and landed beside. A young boy in a cap.
My traveling companion might have thought, nice car.
I was thinking, where did he get the money from?
We were both young men trying to survive in a world inside our Grab car
and a world outside. Maybe we wished we were in the R8, or maybe not.
Must have been his parent’s car or money. That is far from satisfying for us.
Soon the journey came to an end. I took the lift up,
and he took another trip out.
The night was still young and our hearts were still hungry.
For pages and pages of
Lust and fuss over love
Filled with rain and pain;
Does the world need to know
In so many ways that the rain
Brings with it a certain wetness
When two people lie in bed?
It is easy to entice people
To flip the pages when
What you write about are
Spreading legs and fapping sheets.
Why do we always find the things
We’ve stopped looking for long ago?
Why do we never find the things
We think that we need long ago?
Why do we find the things
We either stopped wanting
Or never knew we needed?
Life is as such
Such is as life.
This is where the year turns
(like the wheels of my R34).
The irritation lies not in
The question you ask or
The things that you say or
Anything about class really (secondary);
Perhaps the irritation lies in
The way you behave and
The way you ask me questions and
The way you are around her (primary);
Maybe we’re just elitist but
You’re not one of us.
(At least not yet/maybe never)
I wish life would pause
In that moment in time
So that we can stay that way
Just a little bit longer;
I would smile at that smile
Everyday of my life
If my smile would make your smile
Just a little bit brighter;
For just a little bit:
I’d do so much more.
They come on
In little bits and pieces
As a suggestion and a little nag
That pokes and jab at you;
It is as though they’re saying,
‘Time to take heed and watch out’
We may come for you
All over again (if you’re not careful);
They continue to tease you
Making you itch a little
Through light irritation
Sometimes a little bit more;
Then they come in patches:
That is when we know
We need to keep watch and maybe
Start examining and making change;
Still bearable it seems
We console ourselves
Poking at the little patches
Thinking it would go away;
Then they start their full assault
Taking over (your) control
Leaving you in drapes and
Perhaps in bewilderment and regret;
Then you may ask yourself,
Did you not take heed and
Take precautionary measures?
Maybe the host is not strong:
Not as strong as he thinks he is
Not as in control as he likes to be
Not as clever as he seeks to be;
Maybe the fall began
In winter twenty one six.