Chipped saucers

Changing position
like shingle on the beach.

We alter course
alert to the least line
of resistance
most of the time.

I was sitting in the Rendezvous
dropping Benzedrine
and drinking you
in.

That was eons ago
or yesterday when
we started slow
in the
Rendezvous,

it’s difficult now to
remember how
things really were
but
we were there
the two of us
in the empty café
kissing the moonbeams
and chatting away
almost believing tomorrow
would never arrive.

Time
and we see things with
different eyes,
the truth of it lost
in the constant rewind
almost as if things are
just fading away
like
you and I at the
Rendezvous
café.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.