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.