i was in jail
on suicide watch
when the ball dropped;
were you there in
times square
circling the blocks
looking for spots
to park you car
on my heart
like rosa
then drink san peligrosa
from the spiked bottle
as we pretend to have
full throttle sex
cerebral
in separate cathedrals
bald eagle- have your god
pray for mine- pangea,
big bang theory
and a promise whispered
through your chapped lips
i doth kisseth (as our cups over
runneth with nye love)
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