I don’t like waiting periods

Like some people do

You know, first they meet

Then they become friends

And ever so gradually

Fall in love.

Not me

Take Karl for instance.

I was sitting on the front steps of my house in the fall sunshine

Tripping on mescaline

Saw him walking down the dirt road toward me

Sandals on his feet, pack on his back

A fucking halo over his head

Not really.

I fell in love

I swear it wasn’t just the drugs.