Before anecdotes, he shivered all over the sun. White sprites inhaling rapid psyches. (They do not own you). Also, let’s remember Chiara sings for free.
Later that night, I got carried away. So much for a pajama party.
They kept telling you stories of copycat successes and the auge of China. I prefer Coca-Cola. Subscribed to the teeth, I guess. While Chiara sings for free. Always does.
The only sober duo, super goo me & Coke.
A two-compartment bus flies from the rails into the unknown (it must be, for there’s nothing to see). Driver opens door, mid-air, in full disclosure. Waves to (the unknown). I wave back.
Her name is Kiara (not Chiara, that’s my cherry-on-top). Bonded with innocence, but not completely, she feels pity towards me. I torment and she laments. This is our happening. Bonnie & Clyde 2054. Never in a thousand dollars have I ever felt more American.
I spit dreams with an arabic mystique. I wake up in the nowhere of Texas Black. Kiara helps me realize how black Texas Black is. I say, help me write the force of my tongue. She says stuff. I object. She repeats her stuff. For the hit I seek meets me when I’m fully lit.
And they tried to make me read (so many words). Kiara cuts the chord. And they uphold my gist (so many words). Her face lights up and my malicious intent goes to waste, for there is love all over the place. What a silly, silly pretentious thing to eat a bomb.
