a bruise on the heart
we should have met somewhere else
in the park or museum or grocery store
or even in the bar
.
I am sorry for the way the world is
.
we should have met somewhere else
not here
on the street corner
I guess it doesn't matter
.
there is a bruise on the heart
so that no one can touch it
with out pain
.
and it is faster
this choice of your suicide
stronger for facing your world
but just as deluded
.
I think my escape will be to some beach
hot and rainy
and for two months out of the year
there will be some tourists
.
I don't think I'll talk to them
there's no need
.
your language is of alleys and straight talk
in the front seat of some car
20 dollars and 50 dollars and 75 dollars
but probably 20 dollars
.
I would like to stay long enough to learn the language
to be able to laugh about the fish with the locals
to hide deeper from the failure
that brought me to paradise