incubus



































A stranger, except for his stance and eyes
reflecting in my rear view mirror
red, blue and white flashing lights,
a beating in my chest and
there were so many red flags. 

A sight so faint, familiar in a dream
still reality in my veins
recirculating like used library books
ancient and neglected 
a system of routine

We're kids hide-n-seeking for fun love
waiting for that affirmedness
who will ride a roller coaster 
over every bump in the seat
eating pop rocks that make us laugh

But we're adults trying to fit the mold
desiring complexity, mystery, proficiency
selfish promises and so many words
explaining nothing and something
with mere hope for approval

One glance at a stranger 
clear eyes of promises broken
uncertain his stance  
fixed in a rearview mirror 
is enough. 

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  1. This seems like it means a lot. I really like the picture.

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