Baltimore

if universe’s secret laws are true…
then, right at this moment…
while typing…
we both divide time together…

watching alley’s trees,
from terrace of the wooden house.
don’t even ask me how is this possible,
because, boy,
none of us is scientist…
we are just swinging in a colored hammock,
Nina Simone singing that Baltimore.

feels so right me listening your heart’s rhythm,
under my neck, your left arm fits.

if universe’s secret laws exist…

then I would now pass to you this cigar

and exhale circles of smoke

into the air.

Oh, Baltimore
Ain’t it hard just to live?

hmmm, hmmm, hmmm…