Sunday, October 19, 2008


The wheels are
Merry go round again
I miss walking already and
The bicycle looks like
The best mechanical solution

When she
Entered my car
The sun set intensified
We were baptized
With ultraviolet rays
Our faces
Were left glowing

My heart became an
Uncontrollable pinball
A tiny 22 ricocheting
& piercing my emotions

This symptom was aggravated
By the tone of her voice

I kept talking by default
Trying to break the ice
But I realized there was
No frost whatsoever

I felt a pleasurable pain
And saw how
My thorax was on fire

I tried
Not to look at her
Because I did not wanted
To be assassinated
By her beauty

I remembered
One of the last things we talked about
Was good taste

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