Numbers clash and I smell metal.
I make the rules but forget to follow.
One drink earlier in the night.
I see a garage full of dark men.
The prolonged heat of a southern summer.
Wet blankets and thunder.
I think of morning rituals at night.
A loud speaker blares in the forest.
A before B, but what about D?
Two lilies in a milky white vase.
Your face is sunburned my friend.
Time stays the same,
but we always change.
(written at 11:11 on a saturday night in mid-april 2012)