" In Timisoara then..."

An old love came-

All jangly/slinky,

mock innocent and sultry

back into my life.

Was like watchin' a rerun

ya can't resist.

I relaxed into it,

knowing the intricacies

and contradictions

in plot and character...

diggin' it all real deep

with that revisiting vigor.

Both jaded,

we greenly desired the

sick self-interest,

the mini-Machiavellian schemes

of our fat and flatulent egos,

grown beyond merely tiresome,

be slain.

It was life threatening.

For me, at least.

The flatulence, that is.

Riffing on a jazzy theme

we'd composed decades hence

we decided to abandon our lives,

meet one another on a train

in another world.

There'd been a list of cities,

and we ticked them off

with our petty objections,

one by one, til but one was left.

Then, through sly, sloppy/silly grins

we, in unison, said...