zile, smoking with Flo

My Friend

I am waithing for my friend

She is always late

but atleast I am erm....great

just sitting on the campus stairs

Smoking.

The class is over

I hear her shoes dring closer

But really no because they are bigstars and quite quiet

And sometimes smell.

We exchange intricate hand signals

Carefull not to brake our fingers

And chew Orbit, enjoy the cafeteria smell

As we talk about metapsyhical popcorn and how we now dwell

In misery.