future on line one.

as we sit around at wall facing tables

perfection teases me at its highest of heights

where dream meets neighbor

never knocks at my door

all things arranged

sticky notes on that table

i am left wondering how to spell

future is bright, fluorescent and yellow

damn your streets cars and internet cables

nothing but socks left on the floor

as sweet, coy ambition walks out my door

tell me you love it

tell me; or i'll

cry

your turquoise transportation to a cotton-filled sky

chemicals confuse me

ratios wrong me

a ring

an alarm

not a call from

a toy

so chevalier

dashing

darling

pocketable

satchel filled with handfuls of mistakes

for that is all my fists can take