Everything is fine
I just mislaid the bulb
The Idea
The volatility of girls
They jumped off
How jerkily they jumped!
And clapped their hands
Clap, clap, clap
Making the pulse of the worlds converge
Towards their bursting belly
Joy
I knew it
I lost the joy
The ardor of joy
Crumbled into a hole
In the plexus
In the plexus
December 2010