16th December 2010
a little love
feast
banging
on invisible
headboards
the tired grunts
of a golden
retriever
this goes
very slowly
there are so many
molecules
I shd be satisfied
at some point
i am kicked
in some stupid places
let me think
without
bliss
is a simple thing
i take up
loving
the golden ones smells
a bit better
from a name brand
galaxy
into the wild blue yonder
muffled voices on the
cranked winds
teethed to dying
meat
i am en-
joined
to morph
back into human form
we believed we
were
somehow back
on earth
pre-
historic
again
and this is what it
looks like