not miles away

sucking on a popsicle
acting like i’m kane in kung fu
walking the ghost town
where sitting down earns you stares
fuck the never theres
fuck the half awares

i’m not depending on traffic lights
i’m not waiting on hard shoulders
i’m not loving traffic flow and patterns

chopping up magazines
at large in a collage
some philosophical detour
i’ll own a shadow
i’ll tour a reflection
i’ll be a fingersnap away from you
not miles away from a kind of blue