It felt good while it lasted
the fantasy I colonised,
as the dry world passed by-
a wurlitzer of colour
a palette of mixed munitions
a very DANGERous place
but above all else: dry.
And I was sloppy junk, wet
behind the ears and spilled
it down my shirt. The glass
brimmed. Oh it was so clear
and overfloweth shiny,
mirroring wide-eyes, baleful
with vodka caught in the thrall.
cow-eyed, hair-alerted, intimate
as the loved-up doth window shop
for Swarovski.
It was good while it lasted
wasn't it (well, wasn't it)?
We cut the last day of our
conference in San Diego,
went go-karting on the
immense outdoor track
racing, chasing the tarmac
anaconda, exhilarated
furiously accelerated
followed hot flint flecks
I clipped your back wheels,
as the sun pummeled small
dints on the bonnet and my head
being somebody else. I flew
home to a world of imaginings ,
still zinged and giddy from the heat
"I'm home" yelled at the place
where real estate is cheap
and for every sip, I added
another room to furnish
as the loved-up doth window shop
before it turns bed-stale.
