What if society were
founded on arousal instead of disgust?
—Bob Glück
When you say the word usurp,
so tipsy with innocence, I just
want to eat you!
My handwriting is bad enough.
But I cannot even read my own
text messages (even the sober
ones). However, it
does clearly
say right here that the peacocks
are making noises.
And thus it
seem to saith (right and verily here):
“...so list with
innocence”—
I really have no idea what that
meant. What that
was. So...
(yesterday, for
example, it was
clearly “lithe with
innocence”) ...
Huh??! And, honestly, why
mince? Because it
then says
(right here): I don’t
remember.
And, furthermore, that it
sounds like a sneezer
(these are clearly my e’s,
so it [clearly] wasn’t a snoozer.)
(But a sneezer??!)
(sigh) I could have
perhaps meant the lisp
of innocence. Just as easily as
I could have hit snooze.
But what a (forgotten)
moment to remember,
the shadow of him,
so lithe, so list, and
such a hot lisp, all
tipsy with innocence,
a moment that, once
it’s gone, sure
couldn’t be no more.
