reflections

i can't stand the thought of your phone, because it's not me there.

a concatenation of fizzling, high-pitched signals in ultrasonic, sparking and spitting in waves across distance through the air gravid with rain to you, and you smile,

and it's not me, not me reaching out to you through the condensed mist, walking through puddles reflecting the blue and green and red and yellow neon of nightglasgow, catching the transience of this time, just for tonight,the shifting images say, just for tonight. manmade stars, synthetic magic strung up from grecian-columned modern monstrosity to the homes of hedonism across the way. i'll never walk there without thinking of you of the green eyes and sudden smile.

why not this sudden short sweetness, it's gone and now it will never come again.

my weakness is dreams. so shoot me now.