06.15.2004

It was a different kind of fun in a different time of life
He wanted to love run-of-the-mill goodness, but it raised questions

Happiness, the everyday kind, in the cheap seats under blue sky
An angst fetish, a distrust of roses, and those kinky obsessions

Whoever's calling the shots oughta remember what hovers over us
When the philosophers arrived, waving, the mood turned hopeless

Dwindled mumble in prayers and kisses—these lives are all akimbo
Meaty memory fills ghost-light brushed into awful corners

Glottal stops were inserted to assuage her slavish desire
Torqued enigmas achieved critical mass circling over the bed