another day

You know half the arc

around the parking lot, 

seminary, playing station

stationary somewhere.

green eyes pass the yellow lines

fessing up to something

turned down the quiet road

still green, forever seems

Threading all that thrashing you threw out an empty glass

frequently flashing, motioned by another pass

oh, I hoped you'd feel it

when I had you again, at last.

Hows it gonna come?

Surprises planned on something.

When all we need is enough, 

and to ration like its nothing

smoking out the hive 

to ease my mind from thoughts of loving