Contemplative, complicated, consequated

Long play baby.

Illiterately brilliant, she’s never

Always sometimes maybe.

Gone for good, back next week.

She stood herself up with a 24 bug,

An array of strangeties and novelties

And a deadly dangerous undying love.

She’s just too perfect for me

And that’s a major no-no

Because I know no reason why

She wanted to go on solo.

Met her in my simple sights....

On the edge, looking down,

Falling down, down, down,

Debts and worries, stress

Just hurries, around and around.

My head is full. My head is full.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

I’m fed up of finding sanctuary

In soft porn and drugs.

There’s no sanctity, no sanity

In soft comma porn and drugs.

Drugs, drugs, drugs, stop.

I’m on the edge of admiring

Everything I could be.

I’m on the edge of believing

The ...

“Knock, knock”

“When’s it there?”

“Just now”

“Just now, when?”

“Just now when my wibbly timeline and your wobbly timeline, each floating independently through the vortex of space-time, happened to converge on each other!”

“Oh right...um”

“Kinda wishing you’d stuck to convention and asked ‘who’s there’ aren’t you?”

“Yeah, kinda”...