the frail features that aren’t shone in the light are what frightens me when we’re dusted by morning sights that aren’t quite clear and nestled away 
there are three things i expect to happen. 

if you leave now there’s a better chance

when the leaf unfurls and the captain arrives i’ll know it’s complete 

the captain is kind really a pirate half blind enters stage left to keep things quiet. from time to time he’ll whisper a line mostly he comes to chew out the behind of passerby’s and near miss lovers. take the blanket too. 

red helps

not too much

yet, it inspires me

rising from a shocking place

a relic left to erratically erase

this classic chatter and bus station banter 

stand next to me

just stand

i don’t need anything else 

stop

you’re talking again

it’s not that i don’t want to hear you

it’s the pressure to return after you hear me

once you find out

there’ll be little reason for you to stay

i’m not what you thought