funny How small regrets of

funny How small regrets of
non-eventful pre memory
erasures condone less
sanity plugs per pound of
flesh than what's on sale
at the Love festival in my
organs - perhaps we ran
away together to a secluded
island and to and fro
until our sweat evaporated
into atoms of personified
steam - such was that
Time previous, and many
was the morning I adored
your smiles.