03-13-2017, 07:14 AM
The self-indulgence of daydreaming at night,
wondering if California Anchorman could ever fly.
Walking a lot by murk of evening
and sleeping.
And it broke me. Like the bullfight, and Brett and a bullfight,
and a soft name in a phone, and that perfect name in between.
And all I ever did was love her, he said,
but not me.
I think.
When bombs don't go off,
little is rebuilt which is perhaps kinder
though so much less helpful.
This world should end
sometime
wondering if California Anchorman could ever fly.
Walking a lot by murk of evening
and sleeping.
And it broke me. Like the bullfight, and Brett and a bullfight,
and a soft name in a phone, and that perfect name in between.
And all I ever did was love her, he said,
but not me.
I think.
When bombs don't go off,
little is rebuilt which is perhaps kinder
though so much less helpful.
This world should end
sometime