NOT THE SORT OF "I LOVE YOU" YOU WERE COUNTING ON

for The Lewd Angel

Barely time to think through
your tobogganing plans and

seriously how much grandeur
and majesty can one stand

you say your stories are troubling
sometimes good way troubling

not life without parole style
or that's the smell of crazy

so take that boysenberry parfait
and honor it before anything else

put it where it will never melt
but hurry the sun is going down.