poem

I drive

In the passenger seat

Of your lambrugini

I sit and think 

While we smash the speed limit 

I'm dreaming 

With the music on

Of bygone glory

Of an anonymous nature 

I feel quiet pride

I'm glowing and 

You're all: Bermuda or the alps?

And I'm like : there's a horse outside.

Because my momery

Is in a loop

Caught between nostalgia and wist 

Because the memories are so overpowering 

I'm swimming in sights 

From decades ago. 

Even lifetimes

"let's go to the triangle, and

Never return"

"why do you say those things?"

You ask, 

"because, I'm being dramatic"?.

Then I put on my sunglasses 

Light up a cigar and admit 

There's just so much yesterday 

Within in. 

I'd get lost without my north star. 

And then you smile 

And an irksome tear 

Rolls down my cheek. 

"cheers to everything"