Sunday, February 8, 2015

Ineffabilious Glow

If I could, I’d stand with you
and listen to
the here’s and now’s of everything –

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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