We piled into the lifts
and she said to me:

  "When you're in one of those meetings
  sitting all polite and listening
  with the serious and interested
  look on your face
  do you ever get the impulse
  to do something outrageous
  to disrupt the proceedings
  and draw attention to yourself
  in an inappropriate manner?"

- "As if to say *******
  and everything you stand for?"

  "Possibly."

  - "As if to say
  although I may have grey hair and a mortgage
  in DEEP DOWN
  reality I am only
  5 years old, and I am
  BORED BORED BORED
  thus it is my infantile nature to run amok..."

  "That sort of thing."

- "Sure. I have this urge to heckle
(******* while making disturbing growling noises)
or kick the seat of the person in front
(go screaming naked berserk with an
assault rifle) but you know... "

  "Good, I'm glad I'm not the only one."

Adults in disguise,
once gods to their children’s eyes,
now lost, just like us

pretty kissing under a corner of death riots,
hairy smokes, showered under the war bullets,
old sins begone to a new clock,
stars burst in a packet of our tongues,
tied a knot of caffeine, slaps of thermite around your skirt,
acid fumes parade around my lips in burns.

we wrestle on the sand, gliding back our primal times,
flowers blossomed where our giggling feet once fell,
your back skins the light of velvet,
a ****** lover in white skirt,
undressed in palm tree oceans,
soft kisses healing wounds of your bronze skin.

I knock at your walls of your soft pink,
cherry has finally ripened,
the sky preaches white trail,
intoxicating wine segue acid rain,
now our love asleep like breathless armies.

Come on baby, you know I need you so
Come on baby, you know I’m ready to go
Come on baby, you know I like it on top
Come on baby, let’s drop, flip and flop

Come on baby, you know I love you so
Come on baby, we can do it fast or slow
Come on baby, I’m never going to stop
Come on baby, let’s drop, flip and flop

Drop, flip and flop
Drop, flip and flop
Don’t ever want to stop

Come on baby, you know you want me so
Come on baby, you can put on a show
Come on baby, you can skip and hop
Come on baby, let’s drop, flip and flop

Come on baby, let’s do it once more
Come on baby, you make me lose my mind
Come on baby, you can make it pop
Come on baby, let’s drop, flip and flop

Drop, flip and flop
Drop, flip and flop
Don’t ever want to stop

Come on baby, you know I need some more
Come on baby, you know I like it on the floor
Come on baby, you know I like it a lot
Come on baby, you let’s drop, flip and flop

Come on baby, I like to drop, flip and flop
Come on baby, you know I never want to stop
Come on baby, I’ll let you get on top
Come on baby, let’s drop, flip and flop

Drop, flip and flop
Drop, flip and flop
Don’t ever want to stop

I don't think, I really want this...

But surely, I
still have the eyes, to perceive
that she's the kind of,
fever dream
that makes grown men, and women,
lament, and weep

for the way, her jeans
gather round, her knees, and thighs--
for the way, her eyes...
pay homage, to the ancient skies...

would you take...a ride?
And, hey...would I...?
I don't think I might...

but she asserts her swerve,
with a certain sway,
and her curves,
would serve,
as hors d'oeuvres,
for days.
Her fruity lips...
with a sparkle glaze

they trickle...dark...as marmalade.
But if harvested, late...
what's their carnal taste?

...Is she the mark, on the grave,
by which, I think...I know myself?

No...I don't think I really want this...

not a shiver, runs through me.
But, sue me...for looking,
when she's so ******* juicy...
does it consume me?
Does it titillate me?
...I don't feel me, hyperventilating?

What if she turned, to face me?
To lay me, lace me
between her thighs...
internalized; eternal lies,
to sate me,
with her flavor, to bait me
acerbic, and savory...
Her skin, burning, like a lamp wire,

and her fingertips, debasing me.
What if I, was her vampire,
and she,
the one slaying me?
A slaking queen...
aching to break, her thirst...
so, what if I staked her, first...?
Would she mortify,
like ash?
Or would she forge, a lighted path,
and make me wish,
she had, forced...my hand?

No...I don't think I really want this...

not a shiver, runs through me.
But, sue me...for looking,
when she's so ******* juicy.