the sun shone bright 10 days
after i blackmailed you into
a dance

you were way out of my league
that was the fun

i didn’t really like you, people just
said you were unattainable so i pursued
and blackmail does attain
(even the unattainable).

so there we were friends
(or something like it…)
walking from lunch car parked
to classes soon to resume
the ground warming us beneath
our feet as blacktop can even in winter

“you do whatever the hell you want”
said you
and i responded more truthful than i knew
at the time
20 feet from the door
on cement at the time.
i remember it clear
under a tall cotton-less cottonwood (a shame to nature) ‘s shadow

“in a way thats exactly what everyone wants”

but in retrospect
my burns, yellow shaded glasses, sad excuse
for dreadlocks and invincible red chops

i was one sexy bastard
and i was

way out of your league