black house/dandelion/chicago

‘n let’s purchase the white house with
‘drug money’ then paint that ish
black...

i’ll move in my stuff- my stereo, my subwolfers,
my speakers, my pot plants, my crack,
my teflon, my ak 47’s, my automatics,
my pyrex ‘n bakin soda...

we’ll turn the presedential lawn
into the crack spot/'n if it gets
hot we’ll move it to the trap

at the pentagon,

together, you and i, will be
young forever and ever

you bring the steak knife
and i

will bring the fork-

afterwards, after work

we can fork (then spoon,
not a moment too soon)

in the dark- then we will take airforce
one’s helicopter over to ‘camp david’
or pack then have a picnic

at the washington monument;
we’ll fuck under the liberty
bell- which is cracked

but still rings for ‘freedom’

never dumb; our brains
will rain acidic power

on the hour every hour

the cia, and the secret service
will be forced to wipe
our asses

with only the best- only the finest
linens, the most authentic
imported silks

we will buy whatever we want ‘n
still have enough money ‘left-
over’ to donate to every
charity we desire

then we will set fire to tons of bills;
to as many dead presidents as
we wish

just to ‘make a statement’ against
this government, an anti-capitalist
demonstration...

then we will get down to the real business,
with no hesistation we'll let the penetration

begin

as you get on top of this pony
and we have a ‘one-night-
rodeo’ puttin on a show

for the first lady and her husband-

it’ll be so hot ‘n steamy [whether
the weather is below zero, wintry
or not] that they’ll desire

to join in, yet we’ll deny access-
light another fire

and sip- only the greatest, the finest,
the most vintage/aged- wines

‘n i’ll eat rice cheese as you- after
having worked up an appetite
fucking me- dine on million
dollar cheeses and the
most expensive meats

in existence-

then you’ll lean over and kiss
me on the lips, put your hand
on my chest- between my
breasts- and whisper

‘i love you- there is
nowhere else i’d
rather be

than right here with you next to
and/or on top/underneath me”

i will smile, a smile to end all smiles
then recline with my hands behind
my head

and go to sleep
with no need
to dream-

because i’ve already found, have,
and own everything i’ll ever
want or need-

then wake up and do it all over again
and again and again for an infinite
amount of tommorows

are/will no longer be a cause for anxiety

only something to look forward to with
absolute excitement and delight;

the future will be something we
rush into happily with no worries
except that we will die
suddenly

and not be able to experience
all the world’s, all of life’s
beauty

yet, actually, even that thought is
not anywhere near tragic


for believing is art and love is magic
and since we believe in an ‘after-
life’ and we feel we’ve done
so many/enough good deeds,

since we feel that we have lived
our lives to the fullest- never
holding back, always willing
to experience ‘the new’

always impulsive yet sensitive
to the consequences
of our actions,

since we have been ‘the best persons’
we could have been

we are ready to die whenever our time
comes, whenever our clocks strike
‘the end’ we will go willingly

and contentedly into the darkness
of the ‘ultimate’ tunnel,
towards the light

with pure delight; our only so-called ‘worry’
our only apprehension comes from, lies
within the fact that we may not ‘go’
at the same time-

for to imagine a life without you, having
to live with the presence
of your absence

is absoluteluy morbid; sounds like
torture, sounds like an endless
night with no sleep

sounds like being immortal
with nothing to look forward
to but torture

for an eternity- so, hopefully
‘god’/a higher being willing

we will die at the same time,
we will leave/exit this life
simoltaneously

holding eachother tight
as we sleep the final
sleep

as we venture into the darkness
of an infinite night

together, in each others arms-
wrapped tight in our love
and our respect, our
passion for one
another-

together forever-

you and i will be young
forever

and ever

and we
will

never ‘want for nothing’
we will never need
a damn thing

as long as we
have each
other

then everything will be ‘gravy’
then every day will be
worth living, then every
scrap, every inch, every
second will be worthy

of saving

your life (from premature, drug
induced death) was the best
(excuse my language) fuck-
ing thing i’ve ever did/done

and we become one as we cum
simoltaneously beneath
this sun’s heat

on a sheet slightly, gently
swaying in the breeze
beneath the weight

of our naked bodies,
as we make love,
then fuck, then
make love

four hours on end
below the sun’s
rays, on this
sheet

in the middle of the day,
in the center of this
cemetery

in chicago

the wind blows
and we

certainly

do not need
a weather
wo/man

to tell us, to inform us
of which way

the wind is
blowing

the tiny white ‘leaves’
of this dandelion;

we sip wine

from the same cup
then wish that
our love

will always be
enough

and that enough
will never be
enough

and that too much
will never be
too much

as long as we
forgive, cherish
and respect

one another-

o! lover, if i could pause this
‘game’ called life, if i could
‘freeze’ this moment for an
infinite amount of time

you bet your bottom dollar
that i would- alas, life/living
is not a nintendo game

there exists no 'reset'
button

and we are playing- always-
for keep

my heart safely
inside/within
yours

my love, my life

and make sure that the next time
you cry you catch those tears
in a glass then pass
it

to me

to drink,

please?