Nothing Happened

Talking off the runway 
moon― being you, a 
gut feeling takes over. 
You will not stay overnight. 

Not cool enough, I was 
learning in your calm, becoming 
lynx-eyed shooter― 
from panther. 

Juggling the phrases, 
the meltdown begins. A 
bridge collapses. Stampede. 
Mass panic. The train will 
not come today. 

Let's go and walk in a 
sunflower field. Do you― love 
Van Gogh? His studies? 
‘A Starry Night ‘ and his interpretation 
of self-violence. 

Rest of life. I am going 
to walk with a hurt.