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Ranch Dressing and the Stars
The ranch dressing on the window sill
ain't enough to conceal
my basic flavor.
But you suck lettuce head
with discerning buds -
cool leaf
wrapped around tongue
baked under the sun.
i am soothing
to you...
Trembling beauty
quivers my flaws
up and out of eye-sockets -
Pours out my pupils
and into your waterproof pockets.
Buttoned up
and bearing my weight
yet still
we soar like rockets to space.
Voice our thoughts to Mars
in stereo sound
we rock the stars.
And I will sink with you
into black holes --
freefall
into perpetual darkness
together..
cast a plummeting glow-trail
and dovetail
into nothingness
with everything at my side...
