brainpicking season

might find her/him is out for
something, when such world’s
collide, possibly could it be
that the cliché of you both is
something less hollywood &
a little more hollow, making out
that perfect balance of
obliterative reality---so there it is,
smack dab in the middle of
the place where you thought you’d
be the least likely to find it &
now is not a good time, never is,
but it’s like a car crash isn’t it?
keep looking back, for some reason,
you keep looking back (with
one hand covering both eyes &
cracks like broken window blinds
revealing what you know is right
there blaring in your face anyway)---
the fact remains that for some time
now you thought such an occurrence
was out of reach & that suited you,
but now, oh now, the whole world
gets turned upside down, when the
object of your affection (made
comfortable in the concise knowledge
that “having” or “getting,” “possessing,”
“knowing,” or even just being able
to spend some time mutually in the
same room, was a crystal clear &
complete impossibility) has come
around to bite you in the ass, because
it just so happens that said
individual has found you
intriguing & so the roller coaster
starts rumbling along the rusted
tracks again, if you let it (and you
will, you already know that you
will).