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Funny how we'd
lose our way
in shopping centres,
suburbs

And getting lost in
someone
found its way
onto your list.

But maps
change,
and there's
no gps for this route.

while you're out
finding yourself,
i'm the one
getting lost.

residuals

Of things that mean nothing
to no one
but me;

my binary would fill
the static between
my fingers, your eyes
and the pensive screen.

but i will not type
retrospective hindsight;
the "ass-view", i term.
with a cynic acid-bite.

Be Delicious

Grapefruit, Juniper Berries
Coffee, Quinine

Indonesian Patchouli
and something called
Absolute Africa.

Donna Karan
New York
Johannesburg
she bubbled
a witchery
in that cauldron.

but i was the voodoo lady,

And the scent
on my fingers
stained
when he left,

forever.

though
I didn't know it
at the time.