I love the laughter of this night

Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end.
I want to run
and laugh and feel like this forever.
I want to avoid any awkward moments when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh,
leaving us standing there,
together.
I want to stay here, in this moment,
and never go to other places,
where we don't know what to say or what to do

For now, just let us run.

We run straight through the laughter of the night.

Loco Moco Lunch Time

Loco Moco Lunch Time

The bright sun through the window

The cool air conditioning

after a hard workout

of rapid climb, it is

Loco Moco Lunch Time!

The warmth of a plate lunch

eggs, gravy, meat, and rice

so good it should be considered

payment for war crimes

Loco Moco Lunch Time!

A man approaches

grizzled and unkempt

homeless and hopeless

and fear in his eyes

“could you spare a dime?”

“of course you can!” because it is

Loco Moco Lunch Time!

“I haven't seen a smile in a while”

the man explains breaking eye contact,

“and you're a man of the Good Book?”

“Yes sir—have it in my backpack in fact.”

“Then can you explain how I can be eternally sublime!”

“Yes, yes, I can because right now, it is

Loco Moco Lunch Time!”