love is the delusion
that makes you hungry in the dark
this
what? what what what what what?
THIS!
here now
this is crap atop crap atop crap atop crap
you, me
between us this dangling compromise
we do not touch
not touch
think
thinking reveals
arched memories
and punctured minds
satisfaction
is always the otherside of the coin
the one that faces not us
we don't win
even in memory we don't grin
love is the sad byproduct
of an abundance of time
and space
and indulgent idleness
and the mastery of dubious self deception
the soul sleeps
and the soul is a whore
love is the tired
wind that passes
so softly
nothing shatters ever more
love is forlorn
crap is love
but this time
i saw your face
and felt my skin stretch to a half smile
and then i recognized
love is the deluision
that makes you snarl and drool
even when you're bellyfull
yuck! forget it!
who wants to write about love anyway!
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the song pours
my ear twitches
love is a whore
love is a whore
