you dream of hostels in amsterdam,
& i have barely forged a footprint
into the course of life.

you don't seem to see the difference
between steel & alloy wheels
but i do.

oh god, i hate
the way you
sit at
the
wheel.

yes, you've got delusions
about your capabilities,
your capacities for deceit.
& i've got my cynical eye
that turns romantic in the dark.

neither of us will ever amount to anything.