it is its own place
And that’s great because I always wanted
to have my own place.
The contents within my mind
were such that everything
could have turned out fine.
But I have this thing – white lies
Actually just lies – I tell them
And I think she can smell them
a mile away. Jose, he does not get
away with them. I want to
do away with them, the lies.
But is it too late…for I?
And what’s this about purity?
It was never a concern to me
I am no proponent of that absurdity
Someone who thinks as dirtily
as yours truly could not be consumed
by such trifles, buffoonery. I am not Adam
You are not Eve. I am…
I type with complete trust…and with some slight caution