running down dreams in the rain,
laughing from the theatre to the brewhouse,
playing petrichor tag-your-it,
while we promise each other
to be electric, tonight and always.
a new city means new everything,
while we feel joy, we also feel pain,
and everything in between turns into
cute ironies and seamless dreams,
so what we are, so what we are!
you want to keep this private?
I can't do that, because gun shots
and shots of whiskey are my duty
just as age and telling stories
every morning spent, spent.
that milestone was all broken,
but the comedy night had feelings
and we were just chess game shits,
making moves with our pistol paws,
pause. please pause.