Fast friends

Fast friends🏳️

I find myself explained.

Driving fast,

Faster then I have before.

Creativity explodes through my veins.

I see the part of myself I reserve.

It’s not polite, not lady like.

Violent expressions of interest

Relentless, forward, irritated, impatient.

I can’t wipe the smile off my face.

We swear, we swerve, we shout.

Finally we get the finger.

People are pissed off too.

I like it

I like the passion, the gesture,

Almost good will.

We know our next stop,

we know where we want to be...

Do you?

GET OUT OF THE FUQING WAY

It’s dark, there’s no view now-

Speed and accuracy

take us where we need to be.

I like the excitement, the thrill.

It reminds me of good times

& new experiences.

I’m starting to feel comfortable here.

I feel most alive in these moments,

& I’m not afraid.

It’s stupid, but it’s true.

I got stoned the other night

And broke my wrist snowboarding.

I laughed, a lot.

I can’t feel upset.

I tried, but it wasn’t there.

The pain was seperate to me,

In fact, I enjoyed the experience,

It was interesting.

I felt myself more deeply,

A sick investigation of my own potential.

Where did she go?

Do I need her?

The left hand is learning fast,

We adapt quickly.

In fact, I’m typing this with my left hand....

My right watches on like a lazy swan.

Let’s give the dominant, coordinated, responsible side a rest.... see what happens.

Wrapped up in white, sent off to looney bin.

Who’s the crazy one, now?

I’m trying something new.

balancing out the scales.

Why

not.

I traded summer for winter,

English for Italian,

Right for ....left.

When was the last time you changed gears?

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