IN LOVE

USED soul (autosaved)

eating fireflies for romantic effect

accidently swallowed a ghost planet

in the mystic mist,

and turned to asbestos

in the lungs of Eros.

 

she thinks I’m sexy

dressed in flames.

 

I’m in love,

but,

I refuse

to smile on command,

 

unless the sex

is inexplicably

strange,

 

in which case

I’ll ante up the soul,

and we can stand around

some glorified shitbox,

paying bills and taming grass

and dusting wood & glass

until one of us dies

 

or leaves.

 

it’ll be magical,

like talking dogs

and

anatomically correct

voodoo dolls.

 

let’s have kids, too!

 

in case we hit a long winter,

and/or run out of food.

Reviews

[OT]

ha that first stanza, much like yourself it seems... is on fire! "USED soul (autosaved)
eating fireflies for romantic effect
accidently swallowed a ghost planet
in the mystic mist,
and turned to asbestos
in the lungs of Eros." - cheers, I needed something good to read this evening!

[roarke]

yeah, that "love" part..... it's like internet download minutes....

but I think you nailed it with:
"it’ll be magical,
like talking dogs
and
anatomically correct
voodoo dolls."

yep...... got nothin' ta add.
accurate as laser surgery...