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upright notions of bipedal hipsters

she swore that dolphin were fish
despite their inability to swim with her
so I acquiesced and bought the next round
 
"tell me...who does your nails?
"I admired Pol Pot for a while, but lately
I prefer Lennon, John"
 
there is a myth
that the way to a man's heart
is through his stomach
surely I have eaten enough to know better
yet I was willing
to let the last bite of sad desire
ruin my appetite
 
"walk with me"
 
her cherry trees always bloomed early
under milk fed moons
the balance of which remain unpaid
 
knowledge is the one infinite resource
we run out of
but a dream...well, a dream
lasts forever
 
"good night, Love
thank you for making me more than another expense"
 
feeling her need for a promissory note
I reminded her
"one day, I will be rich and famous
and dead"

 

-- Rob Dyer