You have a Wednesday stuck to your oversized, hand-me-down, turtle-neck sweater. The one with a hole in the elbow of your right sleeve. It was hand stitched by a real machine, but not in Ireland. You have a Wednesday snagged. Perhaps a loose thread became entangled, midweek ? And now you have Wednesday, everywhere you go.... I only mention, because I noticed... And it totally goes with that Monday In your eyes.
Is that your Existential Crisis; parked right outside ? I hope you fed the meter. I can see where you spent your spiritual currency. From every angle, simplicity of design ! Just a chasm and no plot. Elegant lines - That wind up vanishing from the ' Unspeakable Frame ' Beyond the Border of What You Dare Think...
I have one just like that ! But mine has a concrete hunch about the whole thing. A suspicion engine So nothingness can't seem to live without me. But - I see you have that thing you just hope isn't the truth And I used to have that - But now I just have a Headache.
I'm crushing on your Ayn Rand funeral parties And that outrageous, bobble-head Doubting Thomas on your dashed hope. Let's sit at that table by the window And stare at each other as long as the window has nothing in it. That should give us aeons to get to know each other. There's no Law that says " I'm sorry for being such a stupid Law " So without pause, we should defy our Separateness. I'll ask for a clean fork in the road And we'll see what that get's me.... Ah-ha ! I finally got a laugh That didn't come from inside my skull. A laugh that had good taste in men, and no idea where it came from - But remembers how the couch made the carpet work. The Abyss goes with everything, but you left it in the closet... You know -Why unpack ? That laugh was naked. It gave me those Goosebumps That can beat up Other Goosebumps.