muller

anatomically speaking am i really seeing
the phase of evolution, construction, and distribution
of pathos incarnate?
possibly a mirage in tandem with the what have we
the what have them.
because basically, frankly
i'd stand up and thank thee
for the everything, the nothing, the one thing
the something.
babbling and blathering toward encompassing the mastering
of my sultry slide.

this is not what I was thinking today.
this is not what I was feeling today.

where is the warm embrace of my lover?

fuck it, ten times fast.