August 27, 2001

  • no love is so much less than fun


    —the last time I checked—


    (my watch was broken).


     


    I didn’t pick these flowers


    simply to let them die,


    I picked them for you.


    and so they wallow in your foster care


    —the last time I checked—


    (there was none there).


     


    I’ve named a star in your honor


    now forever known as *Bright*,


    upon some world in some night sky


    it’s creating quite a sight


    —the last time I never checked—

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