you're one of them:
the nonsensical
theorhetical
beauty
if such a concept
should even be entertained in a mind
a soul
if I have one
I want to meet it
shake it's cloudy hand,
take it for tea-
we don't like coffee
but philosophy,
shoot
we get drunk until we're dizzy
falling
in love with notions
powerful potions
love and love and love
leave me alone
I don't need it
from you
just stay where you lay
keep your thoughts neutral
leaving your vicinity
is safer and kinder
than saying no
to your flea-bitten face