Ice Cream

In Prague they serve ice cream in those air-filled wafer cones that
Crumble when you bite into them.
Remember when we sat on route 30, Lancaster Ave., and passed
Between us two scopes of mint-chocolate chip on one sugar cone?
And you kissed me at exactly the moment when I laughed at you
Cause you had a chunk of a chocolate chip lodged between your teeth?

Conditionals

Zero Conditional:
If I call you again, your voice sounds toneless and bored, like the last time.
First Conditional:
If I call you again, will your voice sound toneless and bored, like the last time?
Second Conditional:
If I called you again, would your voice sound toneless and bored, like the last time?
Third Conditional:
If I had called you again, would your voice have sounded toneless and bored, like the last time?
Mixed Conditional:
If I had called you again, what would your voice now sound like?

Windshield Fog

I glimpsed your figure passing red,
While fitful sweat turned into sleep.
The book between us left unread.

Your laughter fades and the things you said,
Like windshield fog or a Gothic relief,
I glimpsed your figure passing red.

You told me your old skin you’d shed,
To build new turrets from your grief.
The book between us left unread.

A city outlined intones the dead,
Their voices drown a jackhammer’s weep.
I glimpsed your figure passing red.

Through wellsprings of plastics a slalom I tread,
Old women stare the cerulean deep.
The book between us left unread.

And all your dreams carve up my head,
But I like my mornings to oversleep:
I glimpsed your figure passing red.
The book between us left unread.

[This is also a song that I'll upload when I can.]