Bee Butts, Drive Me Nuts.

Her beauty was as rare as counting to infinity.

Exponential in grace.

Equal parts predictable to irrational and a dash of paradoxical.

But still she contained all the answers to the universe if one just cared to do the math.

I'll not waste good chapstick,

on bad kisses anymore.

Screams of the city,

after autumn rains,

fills my heart,

if only for a moment.

I loved how the universe manifested itself as her. And for that brief moment in billions of years, I was there for it.

She said something about me being a good listener. I don't know, I wasn't paying attention.

Of number twos.

Some may not give a shit (or two).

Others may take a shit.

Me, I often have a shit,

when people sometimes lose their shit.

Joke

I asked Siri a question and she told me, " I don't know! Who the fuck I look like!? Google?"

This time, it's personal.

Pentameter Alexandrine

No one is beautiful,

Like she is beautiful.