she had a
wile smile
that stopped right outside
the intersection of
and guile.

while her roseate
lips talked sense
in the diminishing direction
of her moving wheels
I revisited my
of the night
and talked them out
of blooming in direction
of the light.

but who really gives a shit
when I talk?

I ended up with jack
on my right
standing at the intersection where it all started.

what the hell,
you know.