(AppreCJ8n, 0.5: Specksofsortofplea)
upta what the days shouldmean ta poets,
asphalt days are svelte concrete with one touch
of Your touching touching, felt like i felt i like.
Historyhaunted deadoralive cottoned on i was a chump for ghosts,
butsince i've lost touch withmy Youless youth,
i've hung those soggy ghosts onthe line i'd been trying
ta toasten, loosen off with hardand
harderandthenlesshardagain drugs, hardwaysta staywell.
Free - 'undred cheers - now i'm biochemical-
ly cheesy, inlovelike sophistimuckcaked
geezer animals should feel, harmones in hormony with Her cutiepituitary.
Cozshe's my zookeeper, my planet,
so I let my outsider's affection for fieldsunpeopled be.
Whether crazy blazing hedgerows
orsunlight snazzily paving hell;
whether eightminuteandtwentysecond sunnydelay in the sun's obituary
copywritten by stygian hush
- no new day being the news of the day,
or should despotic rain still chime - lifenaturally,
is dedreadfulliced by greatifying moresuperextremelythanplainole 'supremely'
` sweetwise not streetthighs Ceejay withnolittle 'I'.
And liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-
cey - no drumroll
on the ol' leisurelystroll, th'ol rock'n'roll - well,
his woods of iancurtisfruit,
lice's abuse of gloom sawthru ladies' eden titty parade.
- withsevered ol' past i'd dent titties! But they weren't like Ceejay
and Her Ceejamboreebags of moralsupport, milky chimneys of
my body's home, my soul's homie. My marge s.
who's a sarge when it comes to demanding massages,
but Her love is stillonbalance ahwedge o' life's largesse! Lessless than any's
otherguess gifts, Ceejaybycakes, You're not just the perfect
nude in penthouse pyjamas, butmy Heartboss, my Brainmanna, and other alsorted
lightening honeydripping flashier and more fundamental thanthefantastical mathementals
of the trippiest exhippiest scientists, thatstillcannot do justice
ta Youwho repealed the protectionist projectionist freudanoid logic
of my logicianly loins, countervailed 'gainst the selfloathingsophistry
of love's regular utterscarcity,
that got, was
under my last lice's dander angel.
i racked relative worthlessnesses, upped
downers, specksofsotasay, on a negabacus, but Her ple ntiful love
freed me upfrom its simplest sum: b.d.i. of sidewayssticks on a
stand. i'm up enough ta control me on me, and even me on me thru others.
She attracts me amazingly; amazingly, She attracted me
away from me. Whoopee! Real eased, mended ta transcend tendonseater
treat lovelike thekingdomof wetfishanddampsquid, inaccessible
as elsalvador. Or that hellsaving door. Returnally, eternally neverleave,
Cee, solely coz Your respect invigorates. Withrespect
enuffta let me in on love, thank You for letting me in on how love saysplease
but just never has ta.