I have a similar attitude! Sole
responsibility, straight to the grave.
Gravity's okay. I approve it. The stars
get it on upstairs like something mythic
way out in the countryside
far from our own light,
looking up.
The only way to explain that shit
is lies.
Come with me. Take my hand.
Lie with me. Tell me you love
100% and - I don’t consider
my love to overrule. Anyway,
works out cool.
I say we basically take face-value
and presume (first presumptuously
as hell, then in good time,
sumptuously): “good faith.”
We either get there apace
in straight aim and striding
time, or else we end
up firing wide
at each other's
sniper-scope skewed
displaced straw mockups
of thee and thine. Makes
for a terrible action movie. But this:
“If you fail to understand my fault,
the fault is mine alone.”
Just so.
And so, having no
authority to do any otherwise
whatsoever, I really
have such sensible basis
and cause
to trail off
looking into where
your eyes should be. Which
is where mine should be.
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