the creep, that snake
take awake along the side
the kid pierces the bubble's ascent
with known bylaws hovering in the air
fare is the fun,
circus amongst our wits
along fabled widows' paths of knit,
ans slit stitch the niche
to the cell phone
making all alone
in touch,
and with animal lust
lack the fires
building light years

her exit makes me quiver
a shiver never delivered, yet
equivocated with my own self lust,
or bust on her self righteousness
and grind her gongily presence
making life real
and reality alive