There were five bright shadows
inside each thought, when I met you
at the edge of sanity
we discussed the state of chimeras
and their relation to our skin
painted with sunlight
in a forest of excuses
I haunt the foreplay of existence
and just before the best orgasm
you’d ever had
the telephone blooms telemarketers
but we continue right on raining
the echoing thunder lasts for days.
Nonexistence
This nonexistence principle,
let us discuss it over dinner among
dwarves and follow its
cuneiform pattern upon our fingertips
avoiding the truth of the matter
that you are a cruise ship of calm
and I am a Norse god attacking
my steak with stock options.
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