Capped R8

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.

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Making Tiles With Scrambled Eggs

the night after our first fight you ran
away. from me and from your abandoned necklace
i saw our love fade away into the break of day,
mirroring the shattered fragments of my

life (and heart) as i knew it. you’re no good. for me.
is all that is left of our love – an echo. or maybe

not so much an echo: at least an echo is a reciprocation;
my calls for your love bears no return.

Not Dreaming Anymore

Sometimes fantasy conflates
With reality
Through dreams

You have her in your arms
Then you open your eyes
And she’s gone

She was there waiting
For you to come with the car
But when you’re there she’s not anymore

When you next see her
She’s in someone else’s arms
Waiting for someone else’s car

All that’s left to twirl
Is your notion of reality
And not her tender curls

All because you are
Not dreaming anymore.

 

Thanks, Neil

I was planning to write a poem
About a dream I had last night
But then I recalled I knew
This song sung by Neil
Which perfectly encapsulates it all.

I Must Be Dreaming

All my life
I’ve been in love with you
Now you are here
I can’t believe it’s true
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me

In my dreams
I’ve kissed your lips of wine
Now all at once
I find you’re really mine
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me

The way that I feel
Is so heavenly
Too good to be real
When you’re next to me
I’m so afraid
That I’m fast asleep so don’t wake me up
Let me dream if I’m dreaming

Oh, my love
Each time I hold your hand
Everything is just the way I planned
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me

I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me