In each matter of my synopses
at the center of every synapses
my transmissions are attached
via receptionists 'pon this desk
In living bullseye of all my axis
at the heart of important axons
all nerve signals are connected
to quite specific recipients cells
In black-n-white of my magical
at the cores of miraculous greys
a bio-electrochemical computer
'tis where my poem living stays
An instinct wants me near you
my intuition explains the need
two huge I think of you posters
framed in forget-me-not seeds!
Yeah, it'll be a heart attack
just like twin brother said,
jokes about balloon hearts
done funny when I'm dead
In the captain's chair of a rocket ship
scrunched down with a g force punch
teeth clenched on old insult's injuries
as Doc Torrance tics slobber my lunch
I don't feel hungry, I'm not horny
this simply cannot be a good sign
but thank goodness I woke thirsty
means old Grampy has more time
I'm in morning, with Hare Krishna
although no longer inside such sex
is this normal or somethin' malady
please check kidneys in retro specs
I can feel she's pushing me
poking me, threatening me
I sense humorous scything
in her scathing seriousness
I've a very powerful feeling
engaging me to stay beside
both of your everyday lives,
nearer dear hearts of family
It's not my fault and it's not your fault
oh but it is my dears, 'tis all our faults!
Do you think I give a fuck about you
if you don't give a fuck at all for me?
Well, my answer is yes, cos I can't
let your pain keep me from my love
So, you think I give a fucking rat's ass
yet you don't give a fucking rat's ass?
Well now my blunt truth's saying yes,
I'm not letting your hate end my love
And you think Earth don't give a shit?
Well, I assume she does and won't join
the misery you're seeing in her mirror
Yes! I let my love manifest reflectively
The title of this poem
totally does it for me,
smirking so darn hard
I'm trending Japanese!
If I'm looking for love in all the wrong places,
at least I'm still searching sanguinely for love
