If
I could, I’d stand with you
and
listen to
the
here’s and now’s of everything –
severing
assumptions
when we can;
but
honey, I’m a stickler of a man
who’d
rather eat a jam-filled donut
than
ineffabilious glow. Shut
your
apertures with me, my dear,
and
quit these vapors that appear
to
be the holy thing.
Let’s fuck and sleep and eat and sing..
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