A predetermined flicker of green,
sustained, seconds to long to be accidental,
enternal explosion hurtling, 
up retinal trajectories.

Meeting with teenage paranoia,
an impact of cataclysmal proportions,
shockwaves race through,
My heart,
My fingers,
My....you dont want to know.

Speculation leading to predetermined
imaginary facts of certainty.
She was checking me out, blatantly.
I tell the guys later, maybe.

Her neck snaps left,
a move to violent to cover,
shockwaves race through
Her heart,
Her fingers,
Her...you so want to know.

Playing residual blinking games,
two years of accidentally on purpose,
catching eyes in metaphorical stares.
A flicker of green makes my day. Every day.