Timeless escapades,

and I’m caught in

this resistance,

that overwhelms,

that blows,

egregious wasteland

set to the tune

of my humdrum

mind.

Oblique and effervescent,

a potion of quiet torment

at every cross section

of mid-town,

with sacrilege dialogue,

beastly encounters,

and the warmest

of hugs.

Sweet, supple kisses.

Even you, taste honey-roasted

on your tongue.

Swapped for sugar.

Trash the gun.