I open the door for three--now four!--men
and Maybe I stay for a while.
Open the door for the strays
and Maybe I stray that way...
unsick beggars in the backalley
await your reconnaissance. It is not
as romantic as you believed. But you
never really could, not with a heart,
mind you? Not with a heart, that says,
(IF YOU ARE LISTENING) the life lived
in secret clay meadows from one
burned ionized distance to the past
the gray isotopes of sweet longing
fading and fading and fading...
[You know what I mean!]
Is clearly not worth living.
Your mother could have told you that.
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Jolly-woggle heresy.
If you have ever:
tempted flesh with a sleeveless; Metered the growth of the ocean with ankle-motion; Desired a trap-door in an outlandish waiting-room, replete with naked wonder; Camped upon an approximated value and devalued your value for the umpteenth; Been yummy like you like it or gumby like a nightbear or strange as the butter swears; Had to piss within a siphon in order to understand the world without; Sipped honey from a donkey's dangle; Wrangled while wearing Dockers; Championed the sweet wordflesh of the world and dined on dinner in Dresden--
You may truly deserve--and suffer--to be a member of Absurdists Inc.
tempted flesh with a sleeveless; Metered the growth of the ocean with ankle-motion; Desired a trap-door in an outlandish waiting-room, replete with naked wonder; Camped upon an approximated value and devalued your value for the umpteenth; Been yummy like you like it or gumby like a nightbear or strange as the butter swears; Had to piss within a siphon in order to understand the world without; Sipped honey from a donkey's dangle; Wrangled while wearing Dockers; Championed the sweet wordflesh of the world and dined on dinner in Dresden--
You may truly deserve--and suffer--to be a member of Absurdists Inc.
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