ode to the female form on queen west... a quick one

she keeps on passing me by
fixed gear meets fixed stare
fixated, left deliberating
dating, damage control and
whether cabbage was a bad idea
falafel stand pimpin
boss telling me to "go in"
but thin is the line
between bliss and simpin
simply slow down miss
lets reminiscence on built form
discuss the norms of boy meets girl
common ground touched
lack of seats on the 501am rush
from steve jobs to when we had no jobs
the small graces of underemployment
and whether your secondment
is worth a second mention of us
but we play it by ear
let a path clear while
backstreeting to bellwoods
finding currency in face value
she smiles..