These days

on the verge of
over-sensitivity
towards romance
 
these are the danger days
the days a single smile
becomes a poem
 
I can handle
the almost always hermit
but
must admit
there is something so lovely
about the early part
of battling
a lady
 
and
 
as the molasses loss
of controlled biology
assassinates my Apollo-driver,
my being seems led
by the obscene reasoning
of tandem
 
these are the danger days
the days a man might forget
 
that he dies alone