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A Trip to Never Return 🧳 (Poetry).
What I had wanted was to be modest,
free-spirited and comfortable
for a sprawling experience on a beach somewhere
suitable, perennially emerged in love;
let the smell of cocoa butter smooth my brown skin
as the sunset in Cape Palmas Beach,
a particolored obscure,
examined through by the corner of my eyes
The bus ride home will fill this void,
and you, you’ve had it with the wrong men.
Me . . ….
I got sickened by destiny.
Lusting seems as far away as Manila City
and besides, it would have cost too much to fly.
But you should have known,
An absurd little episode like this
is just the stuff to grasp old memories,
like letting the halves go of me.
And us . . …
What an unconscious, us.
We could have been like Bonnie and Clyde
into towns, having the world chase after us.
The noise we cause in the town,
the first one, was the best one.
This is a trip to never return.
