Thursday, March 13, 2014

My Shot Glass from Tokyo

Irreplaceable claim typed out
in copious amounts of steel sheets
is the contract for your love to me.

Shout it out from your industrial
strength lungs because I will
not believe you otherwise.

It is not commitment until
that ring is a psychical representation
and then digitized and subliminalized.

On Space Station 31 (aka Neptunes Neighbor)
our honeymoon was a nude adventure
and nothing will fade from sight.

Sealed too tight,
intergalactic light,
fighting out every fear.

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