It Was Gonna Be Good
Nov 5 · 1 min read
the story was going to be good,
when my shoes were too new to notice
the hasty pace of the ground below them,
too captivated by other shoes
to listen to their own rhythm
and speak to my legs in need of tact.
the story was going to be good
when my head was bombarded
with smiles and body language,
too ruminative thinking of choices,
countless possibilities,
heedlessly blocking the heart’s wise eye.
the story was going to remain pretty damn good
when my hourglass contained a truckload of sand
and i could afford to forget the feeling
while watching rabbits pulled out of ass,
birds released from countless sleeves,
ace cards manifested out of thin air
and thrown in my face, as if coercing me to care.
