Too naïve and ambitious for my own good;
My converse boots too big for my own ‘hood;
Kobain eyes, Johnny Walker smile;
Irrational as hell, yet making perfect sense.
This will end me, for sure?
Keep it simple they say, keep it straight. Think in present tense.
I hear but never listen. I plunge without consent.
The way the artisan baker looks at me at the farmer’s market. That kinda love.
The way the waiter shyly smiles when I thank him for my Chardonnay. That kinda love.
The quick and crazy enamoured glance of the student sitting across from me in the train. That kinda love.