i keep thinking
about it (how good)
it would be
to leave you
behind,
to
launch my
cross-referenced, out of range heart
diagonally, beyond
all you can do
to hurt me.
nobody gets me (but)
i don't care
so
long as i can fly.
fly i will,
eventually:
i mind-game zap
my
soaring retro(spective)
into
that big city they call
new york,
away
from
the floating screwball facade
you call (minor league) "love
you"...
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