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flabbergasted stand i; i stand.
capsules and sky fallout;

the pills plummet
and my mouth catches their colors.
convincing me to dance with
orange intergalatic dandelions.

sit down, dear plaintive platypus;
let us listen to your grievances against the world.
"You look funny and can't perspire, eh?
This brings you discomfort?"

Just pretend your a cygnet;
and i'll pretend i'm not high as a kite
on a majestic windy night in spring's
breezy breeze buzzing between the beesy bees.
we'll both be faking for the good of humanity;
and we'll both be more beautiful in the end.

NuKiller Winter

i was flabbergasted, to say the least.
"orange you glad i didn't say coitus?" he laughed,
but like an intergalatic phenomenon,
the joke was lost on me.

picking dandelions and listening to the fallout spread,
i began to wonder if plaintiveness was the key.
we are all so convinced that perspiration
is the driving force towards success,
but sitting here watching cygnets
dance in plutonium waters
you have to wonder just how much love we've lost.

I Never Learned to Stretch My Wings

Laying in an open field of grass,
flabbergasted that my watch already says
quarter past seven, but then I realize
that I don't care what time it is. I'm convinced
that I could lay here all day as I roll over
and gently tickle her nose with a dandelion
that I've just plucked from the ground.
She doesn't even flinch,
no giggle or goofy grin,
she just stares at the sky,
or maybe even beyond it.
She's deep in thought.
I try to follow suit, but my mind
keeps getting caught
between a plaintive piano's tune
and the fallout between my seed and her womb.
We're still perspiring from the previous hour,
the breeze doing little to hinder this effect.
Her orange sundress
is still well above her waist,
though she doesn't seem to notice.

At the height of it all
things became quite explosive,
as fleeting as it was;
I closed my eyes and became party
to an intergalactic light show.
I've come down since then,
and I know we could stay right here like this
for the rest of our lives
and I wouldn't miss a thing;
just me and the girl that I love
more than anything.

I see movement out of the corner of my eye;
she's getting up. I offer her a hand
in carrying her stuff, but she brushes me off.
I ask her if later she'd like to grab some lunch.
"You know the deal", she says and saunters away.
I know the deal. I'm just another cygnet in her pond
of noncommittal charades, and coital sashays.
Still clutching the dandelion
I roll over into the spot where minutes ago she layed;
I count my blessings, curl into a ball, and fall asleep.