This Universe

2009 |
Planning is essential
   If it wasn’t for the money
      she wouldn’t like me much
Plans are useless
   With the money
      she likes me well enough
She tingles my pleasures and goes
   It isn’t what I want
She leaves me
   This isn’t what I wanted
We can’t exist for the sake of suffering alone
   and it’s lonely
The facts change again
   the glosses come off
The names are written in salty wet wakes
   This universe
The names flare like iron in sand
   is simple, beautiful, and elegant

-August 16, 2009-

 



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