Ozzy
You haunt the words between the paragraphs,
the numbers past the graphs,
no such thing as a benevolent tyrant,
with an empire so vibrant,
essay on my cathedral walls,
ramblings travel the halls,
we know, you’ve heard, we got on like two birds,
flying to some destination that requires more readings,
more card dealings,
the laughter has me reeling,
peeling the walls,
it’s in there, the reason,
why treason is the only way,
codes in our commas,
exhaustion in our exclamation,
hold me now! Squeeze me too tight!
I’ve been daydreaming
a naked lunch and I have a hunch,
a notion of crackers and cheese and making fun of fiction