everything is a parked car, or leaving
time’s up,
every second chance against the clock
there must be limits
on strangers talking
and others, for asking
for direction
s
the real axiom,
well
it's you
i've ____’d all along
even though there's too much geography involved—
even though
i don't want to.
all the world turns its back &
i want the words to sound themselves out
just once
let's burn this waiting room to the ground
let's torch it
say cheers
to happy endings
on fire
if you're coming, you had better start packing—