I wait for the hummingbird of your voice,

between night and later that night, 

With slow booze and an entire universe of chilled air and smokeless fires. 

But you never come baby…

You never come to save me from the bullshits of platonic collisions. 

And I try to put these words in Mozart’s symphonies, 

and I fail, and I fail, and I fail, and I fail…

I will live by my failure one day, I will learn to do it one day.