fireworks meld with gunfire during a head on collision as I walk inside the fog of a new years night,
met a pretty lady,
knew how to talk,
a true delight.
time was lost in substance,
joints lit in abundance
conversing like shoes under stigmatized moonlight.
a calamity of two misfits unfit for a fairytale
A new years kiss of verbal stimulation
left to speculation
a walk to remember
the joint lost its ember
what’s tomorrow?