feel a little empty but relieved
better safe than sorry
better alone than in love
why is it weird to wear all red,
or all orange
why is wearing a monochromatic suit an abnormality
when we all feel most comfortable
as a single shade
too afraid to integrate the colors
why are you hiding yourself in your skin?
we all bury our toes or tarnished elbows
in warm sand and rusting cages
you lift up the blanket or unlock the door
and i’m right here.
give me a dollar for every grinning king
i pass by on the street
and i’d be rich enough to gamble
every single evening,
the sun would melt all the days into one,
and all we’d ever love
is the maze beneath our feet
the maze that always leads us to some person,
and to the next, and the next, and the next.
a drunk man’s russian tongue
followed me for three whole minutes
white swans pooled beneath our feet
and i spilled a coffee all over my lap,
and a mother let her son piss on the street
next to our dinner table.
a teenaged viktorea wore costumes for money
and spent all her cash at a club.
let’s drift back in silence
because we are friends
because we want to achieve a state of mental solitude
so we can sit on the train thinking about
why we are so alone
and all the old colors
that both allure us
and send us scrambling for shade.