statement!
she is
ego for the night
she wrests from me
the arcade
and the arcane

she is truth

serum
my blood
wont just observe
casually

the offering

the masterwork
of being
pointedly foolish
and impossibly
higher-order

she speaks
of gods
as if they
slept over on
a dare

graced by a
method of ease

you are so lucky

she says and yet
my lips taste no
arrogance

its just the

serum
chanting

© Tom Watters  5/10/06