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Surprise surprise, her hips and thighs coincide with the wet sides of my lip lines
And in due time we’ll find the reasons why we need to lie in unison like dirt-drunk flies
For now, the pleasure isn’t yet pain, the hope remains and even though the rays
Of sun will make sure that all that’s left of the memory is a chalk-white stain
I know the stunning truth of bitter youth will permeate our brains and flood
What’s right and wrong, to write the songs of humanity, insanity at hand, he sees
His life flash before the lies, a cinema of everything skewed, coffee-grounds of hallowed
Ground brewed into visceral nonsense, and she vents into a damp pillow, as though
It’ll help to yelp all she needs to say today into an off-kilter, gray conglomeration of
Goose-feathers and civilized indignation, and stay hushed, let the charisma dwindle
Down to bare skin and plump ideas, I need the stimulation when the rations end
And programs bend to fit the presupposed lines I mend into factual bits of rational
Theories, like a shitty aphorism thrust from within a Beverly Cleary novel for teens
Cliches clash from scenes unseen by he who proclaims to know just what Beezus
Would do, well do you, I can’t say, when the match strikes the hay all that’s sacred
Blows away, Dustin Hoffman in the wind, graduate first, caffeine electrifying my skin
My lips pursed, and tense, terse statements uttered for the sake of being curt, unlike
Kurt, I feel the need to say what plagues my mind with as few sensible statements as
Possible, on top of it all, medicine on stilts bellowing anathemas at citizens of where-it’s-
Better who have just what I need, what they say will help, three acrimonious shots flung
Into our eyes though we tense up and freeze in hopes of warding off another threat to
Our innocence