Error and Dysfunctional Pattern

May 25, 2011

If you and I lived so –

And alike, by chance,

Then happiness would be backwards

Like viewing people as skeletons wearing skin.

And if you and I made love –

And passionately, by default,

Then an orgasm would be real work,

Like honestly communicating the presence of rigorous honesty.

If you and I married these whereabouts –

And about the town we’d go,

Then strolling hand in hand would be forwards

Like watching a tornado persist its horizon.

If you and I believed –

And believed in eachother,

Then you might find me unattractive,

Like the ego’s narcissism waiting for perfection to appear.

I was never really insane, except upon occasion when my heart was touched.