Minute Man

Ad in the Personals section of the Daily you might find abandoned on a seat on the Underground:

 

Life-changing, threatening stray bullet looking to get into hazardous scrape with unassuming stranger. ;) Send your applications here.

Be advised that I will not be able to respond immediately. There are lots of promising candidates- and SO MUCH potential I'm sure. Also be advised that there are no contractual obligations.  Be advised that I am as commitment weary as they come.

(In case you wish to suspend contact, I will politely hand you your receipt and “Thank you for your custom''. It will read: My name is Roel/Munni/Nikhil, I fill the immigrant bill, and I served you today. P.S.- Don't mind me. I'm a token of your blasé cosmopolitan diversity-minority at the till- your fill of the multicultural.)  

 

               

                                                

                                     

                              

Be Mine?

Very Vanilla featuring Roel

Munni served you today

                                                                                                                           

                              

Having said that, here I am, trying my luck! You never know when you might get lucky. I am Eliot's bang and you could be my hollow man. And we could fill each other's most vacuous silences in the purest and filthiest of ways.

We could be the others' target wound- negotiate entry and exit. And together we could heal ALL the pain. Fall in love for the frame; we'd never need a name.

 

You, man oh man, are so f******* kind. I think the both of us would rhyme- as it all does in a Hitchcock crime. Because you're so hot and I like you a lot. Give it some time, and my metaphor will clot.

The next station is the same as all the previous ones. Another unassuming silence will bend over at my will. We're all stray bullets, and one glorious day, we'll go in for the kill. I am Eliot's bang, and you could be my hollow man.

babe, we'd be heard all 'round the world

If you'd open that mouth and.

say a word.

And then, perhaps, some more?

 

If there were a backroom here, you could be my man of the minute. Or if the moment & your travel plans allowed, we could be a lifetime.

We'd fall in love for the frame- won't even need a name. Nor a fancy escape plan- just answer this question true- Will you be my minute man? I'd love you in a word or two. And together we'd END whence we did begin.

Until then.