Cool as grace and common as an *** in love
with wisdom and loved by love---
Therefore in sorrow and joy, yeh,
We marry and rejoice---
Continuing to love his children, sunrise and purity,
We love and thrill to the aliens,
Acting like lions from the sky---
In the fifty-foot hole of the woman,
A pale witness in paste---
She’s happy now, compassionately
She grovels by nightmare’s light---
There are cool nephilim and graceful moonlight---
Gratefully Nihilists are pure as titittes,
she slammed into me one night
exploding into gamma light---
Save her tittties, that wll stop the prima donna
who can hear the echoing shelling---
That self-portrait of Jesus hangs in the Louvre
In Abu Dhabi no one knows it---
He walks forty miles
to stand face-to-face with himself----
Cool as a nephilim,
She has brown eyes too---