When There Used To Be Adventures

This is as good a place as any. I remember walking down the streets. Thinking about her was something he was doing. He was over there. I was thinking about him sometimes. She was interesting. Everybody’s interest in her was interesting. Thinking was inane. Some of it insane. Praying to something for something else to happen. In a bowl. There are also cups. Don’t forget to rinse your plate. I had holes in my pockets and I jammed my hands down through them. I was feeling how the inside lining felt. It reminded me of when you put your hands down in my pants. It was shocking but it just made sense some how. That was when it mattered. When there used to be adventures.