

Initiated. A breath,Initiated. by ~ThatGuyOnTheStreet
much like this very poem,
(could be considered a gobble
of fresh air or
maybe a last gasp of the
aforementioned)
was all that it took. One
singular inhalation of the
collective bits of oxygen present
in our wooden room and-
were off!
Spinning and twirling and circling and running and bumping and laughing and breathing.
A quick inhalation.
Eye contact.
I contact
another person across our wooden room, bounding athwart towards me
like a child;
we play


Green, Green, Green. When I stood on that ledgeGreen, Green, Green. by ~ThatGuyOnTheStreet
beneath that great green beyond
and plunged into a digital bath
courtesy of the Deftones,
you were standing there.
Pouting
because you thought I was
playing favorites,
when really I was just playing
You.
And when I sprinted down that
bright green blunder,
it reminded me of the first time we
met up on the golf course at three in the morning
and ran
(booked it, if you will)
from that bacon-strip prick,
feet slapping against the wet,
sex hair un-kempt,
ducking behind that sandy bunker
while the floodlight bombarded us with
identity.
And Im fairly certain that
you were wearing those
stripe
