Two Man in Milan

We bend around the road. She crosses 

The lanes. The white flash flash flash 

Does not concern her: her alien 

Style; her foreign land. I am going to mine 

Alone. I am losing alone again. 

But could this be profitable?

I watch words on the tip of my mind’s lips 

Go by; and I hate those kinds of lines. 

But when I am bored 

And dumb, I record some, 

Because when I am more capitalistic I will sell. 

I should be 

An especially better Buddha though. But I can force…

…What is it? This is exactly the nothing of me currently, as I am not 

Even up today 

Yet, and it all seems 

Already lively: she must not 

Have thought that, surely? Was that me? 

But fine don’t 

Turn with the road, my lover—go straight 

Through all the railings and take all our wanderings 

Away so we can stop 

Wondering about… 

…Her hand on my leg, which is very 

Steadying

Before a flight. Bravo.