the ****** poems were written so antimatter could have its day.

i am an alternating current,
i let her go, she loves another man.

that is the natural way of things.

black holes tug vainly at my skies
me, i got away. i live in paradise

what if this was all one big grandiose delusion?
what if i had fun deluding myself?
what if i am vapor? and death,
and the universe cycles around
but i could never be everything
so i wrote some ****** poems.