mystery

15 July 2013

mystery

 

Monogrammed stares, tossed nonchalantly on

yesterday’s dusty crossroads, and still I’m lost,

seeking bitter leftovers. What lies beyond the stars,

twinkling like the eyes of the first girl I kissed?

Enigmatic snippets play perpetually, and I

recoil from the mostly harmless snake nonetheless.

Younger fools can travel the desert, I don’t want to know.