Me and michelle

after the night of the living wineheads

three hysterical texts, 7 in the mornin’

to a woolly, poundin’ skull

screamin’ I never wanna see you again

this is happenin’ too fast

can we be friends I hope you understand

it’s okay you didn’ do anything wrong

I know you are kind- just as jumbled as the situation

she went incognegro- 60 miles right down to zero. I went victor to anti-hero.

three weeks later,

numerous unanswered

calls, sped electronic clicks

in her unfathomable dark

finally gamed on

to meet this Nihonjin bijin, this Tokyo fine-lady

that I’ll call Reiko (you know, rhymes with Seiko)

lounging with, slinky lights neon at Q’s upstairs

sippin’ an’ smokin’ and lightly strokin’ arms

after toil, a labour of delicious play

my almond grin, her burnt auburn eyes, our kaleidoscopic

limbs on display

As we was leaving,

a nuclear blast back for all those lost little clicks,

electrons in her atomsphere- my phone rang hard, sudden, surprise- it was her

calling darlin’ sweet baby hi where are you missed you

spider sense buzzing furiously for the disturbance in the force

that a next biatch must be causin’ for her galaxy, unseen

so it’s kiss the one goodbye (for tonight) to welcome back

the prodigal daughter? Well, we got dinner on Friday to see where this lands

cursing, not for the first, the over-activeness of these here glands

forcing myself to rationalize, or at least understand

but what the hell, I’ll never tell, what’ll happen next