All things Unequal

You, no doubt,

Why didn't you just talk?

mirror in Seneca's eyes

And I should have seen you.

Whispering glass words 

The starry asphalt staircase.

Beer pong Shades, yellow stars on.

Hey. Sachi. Hey. Why. 

Am I supposed to think?

Why in hell did you end

what the hell was I thinking

in that way, fish-eyed rescue.

lie. awake. thinking.

Don't tell me distances in Kilos.

me. I don't want to.

That red thing, pedaled, in  

you that you were here with

those warm summer mornings.

I wish that you, no doubt.

Distal star, plume-wash poser

Yin, yang, just flee my reality.

Can I have peace instead?