socks on my bedpost
a smile flushed in the air
assignments on the floor
i spin out of memory
car stats 180km/hr
streets of intelligent people
with bad clothes
and trees meeting overhead
dizzy dreams
vanilla icecream slurped
in the aching throats of friends
loser label on hold
fingers folding nervously
and an aderaline pump
talking about longings
hung in the sky and stars
talking about reincarnation
as a human
the next time around
unhold yourself
happiness times two
a room of good days.