teleporting

I’ve teleported through all the major cities in america i drink my boutique cortados and stumble through parks counting sparrows with a blank mind the northeast is great for this with sidewalks and pigeons the south is pretty miserable the west is naturally beautiful and it takes a special mind like mine to see the beauty in the middle i’ve met people in all have shared some memories as much as they can be shared love and happiness and embarrasment but when i opened my phone last night and saw an old coworker return to her home country in tears i realized the one thing i have yet to do is belong

train

In the perfect world
We rode the little red train
Around the park
Around the zoo
I made a photo of you
Smiling
As it turned a bend
As it ran over a man
Trapping him underneath
As it made the evening news
As if a first date
Could ever go any better