disutility function

boxer shorts & empty pillows
w/legs all akimbo
nose breathing
&greenwide eyed& (quite certain) unfocused

theres knotty hair in my past
& you look right past it all like the
nowmoment love is ALL that counts
in theze record kept tally books

pressing foreheads into outstretched
fingers i swear i see a smile
but thats just impossible, yes yes i know
but a boy has nothing if not this dreamaspoetspeak typeface

rollover and stare or gaze out windows
& w/ a squeak like threewords i know
where i belong forever finally &

yet and yet thats the exact moment

thethisfamous guilt falls heavy & hair+covered
comforter similar
still i lock the door behind me ( again ).

your patience is the heaven i dont deserve

counting all the moments & minutes
until our next fated
windowsill nine planet affair

(your short term memory is the only savior
ive ever believed in)

while yr long term is all that ever saved me