I Loved How The Universe Manifested Itself As Her. And For That Brief Moment In Billions Of Years, I

I finally realized that sometimes the worst kisses were really the best kisses.

Like every time we tried to kiss and our teeth hit because we couldn't stop giggling and laughing.

Or when our lips were tight against our face, because we couldn't stop smiling at each other.

Those were the kisses we had.

Even after years of being together, those were our kisses.

Beautiful, memorable, awful kisses.

It's midnight. At midnight we do midnight type of shit.

My fat ass: *looks at the nutrition label*

"If you adjust calories for inflation, I'm actually under eating."

Secrets always taste better,

as they leave the mouth.

I suck at rhymes but here it is...

I don't know when, but at a later date.

There won't be any more cookies to bake.

No love to make,

No earth to quake,

No hands to shake,

And no lives to take.

When that day comes, I hope to find.

A larger species of Clementine?

Or many more words without a rhyme?

Or climb-ier vines,

Or softer crimes,

Or smellier pines,

With straighter lines.

But until then it's up to you,

To find many more lines that rhyme with blue.

Find prettier views,

Find me lefty-er shoes,

And truer trues that speak just for vous.

Ah! But here I am taking all the

S P A C E,

And haven't left you a chance to grace,

This page with words you want to create.

Careful now it's not a race.

There isn't any first to place,

Only yummier taste,

Only bass-ier bass,

Only ever yourself,

No rules to place.

But before I do,

I realize-es,

I've gone and wrote this on

Electronic devices!

I hope this version

Lives to suffice-es!

Or will it be gone and sacrifices?!

I should have taken other advices!

Been nice-ier nices!

Tried creamier ices!

Tried dating girls with a little more spices!

Screams of the city,

after autumn rains,

fills my heart,

if only for a moment.

Title: Love in the Time of Coronavirus

Medium: Digital Camera

Artist: Local Idiot

I once lived a very Eeyore-ian life. Now I am tickled pink at the absurdity of it all. The contradictions and hypocriticals of living an authentic life.

This time, it's personal.

Title: All that you love will be carried away.

Artist: Local Idiot (self)