Smitten with the intermittent beat
Your heart so coyly distributes
I find a curious nature of myself
When I am with, you, yourself.

Together we form a game, the game.
A version of the joystick control of it,
Where you can only say what you really
Mean when reciprocation is known.

When doubt clouds above, the natural
Affect is felt. Call today, no, maybe…
Tomorrow, no, “three days, man.”
Phone calls instantiate fear.

If only politics were so easily known.
Area 59, the Assassination, war and peace,
Not the book, if only a book were available
To explain it all, forget Stella.

01/23/2004

Posted on 05/20/2005
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