Bid: Coffee

Offer: Silence

Lunch? No reply.

Appealing counteroffer: Park?

Ah, I see the game you’re playing.

Reciprocal response: cautious entreaty.

Drank the Kool Aid, too sour. Acidic.

Vision explodes beyond the mechanics,

The gears of our tacit negotiation.

Phantasms convoluting in a sea of trichroic something.

I continue, convalescing, regrouping into myself.

You’re still away in dream world, dancing impossibly.

Goading tease, you. No ruth of which to speak.

You, a water sculptor when you know my velocity.



2 responses to “Bid-Ask Arbitrage”

  1. did you take a drug jason?

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