version.2.star.r.

lost balance.
once clandestine reveries.

fallen from the tiptoeing windowsill
the playfully tuned piano-keyed grass
slipping through smiling sunshine skies
dessert wastelands of promising naivety
fingers flailing, grasping to catch whimsy white whirls

landed in the driver’s seat of an original car
speeding down a broken one way highway
fragments of life; what could’ve been/what will be
blended, splattered on the windshield

flicker over to the passenger seat
the favorite love/hate relationship, not the cricket
dirty sneakers on the dashboard
painted jeans, thumb-holed hoodie
headphones echoing musical silence.

the sky’s an infinite boundary
but the road eventually comes to an end
its still only morning
but we’re already running low on the midnight oil

the drive home to comfort, with obligated stops included
will take until the calendar business’ end
but with this 2-star-r attitude
the bottom of the gas tank concludes the journey
inevitably trapped in (un)happily (n)ever after

to days of cars and speeding hearts;
miles driven, pages turned and written in history
promise rings burning down with the candle wax
to circle the eyes staring blankly at the map

schrei ‘sie sind hier’
to a dormant personality.