Philosophy?

The ticket expired, my dear.

He said and sent me away.

The air has lived itself out

with illuminations and all the spectrum

and shades.

Somewhere between Tuesdays and unpacked shoes.

And so many coffees.

A philosopher is fighting my hedonist.

He punches him over and over

criticizing the pure reason

screaming peace through law.

The pacifist changed his grimace

my pink dress stole my anarchist. 

The snow covered the horizon

and the mountains fizzed out of nothing.

Carousel and collage. 

The old habits 

crumble. Can not distinguish

between.