Dear Tristan,

          You say your good at math,
          But you apparently can't count

so sick of people talking about the seasons.
we all get in an elevator with another and feel some type of way.

ding, ding, ding, ding "what number are you again, 42 right?"

"bingo, thanks." that's weird, how'd he know my floor.

"no problamo." ****, i shouldn't have said, no problamo.
what if he's latino.

"so, how about this weather huh? 94 degrees in mid October"

"yeah, I should have extended my lease in Saint-Tropez, haha"

ok, he's french maybe. phew.

ONE
big season is coming,

AND it's coming soon,

built from the relaxation,
of our inert, intelligible delinquencies.

I bought a harmonica,
I fear what she'll say,
wind sweeps your sarcophagus,
and here's what she'll play.

poooosh, shussshhhh
poooosh, shussshhhh
poooosh, shussshhhh
poooosh, shussshhhh            

Climatic consequences
felt by us all,
we are all allies
once this pier is swallowed.

Buoys will float
down city hall,
there are no lawyers
to get us all out of this.

Are we still
talking about
the turning
of leaves?

**** your

spring
fall
winter
summer and fantasies.

_TRF
                4

“Why is that your lucky number is four, when that’s unlucky to some”

“Four is the number to a word called love
And at the same time the number of letters in hate…
But I believe I’m lucky when I loved someone who hated me”

I bit my lip and muttered under my breath “I never hated you…but she did.”

“And so I’m getting married to that girl who once hated me.”

I wished you could’ve hated me, but I don’t know what I’ll do
When the person I love the most would feel the exact opposite
So now I’m unlucky to the number of the letters of love and hate.

“My favorite number is four now… thanks to you.”

“Why? Do you love someone who hates you?”

“It’s the opposite, I hate him, cause he won’t love me, even though I know his heart is captured already.”

“I want to hate you now but it’s too late…” and then I walked four steps away from him.

cause she was already there just four steps behind with the white gown of hers.