Friday, October 26, 2012

mdccxlviii

Words Boob

This will take some getting used to.
Half the space is now destroyed by
tables.  We’ll never know anyone.
Is the real destruction how little
you trust my words?  Am I clear?
Must be never.  Clear as mud,
said the hippy-dippy leader
of the band.  Then come
to bed with me.  Later,
simply, come.