While I shall always be amazed by the hilarious speed of the sun
I am afeared to admit that I no longer understand time
I keep showing up in the middle of epic historic battles
and celebratory mall openings
with scuffed up dress shoes
scuffs that speak to the delicate mystery
a mystery so nuanced by its own seductive notion
that I cannot act upon this lurid emotion
of my love for thee
Gawdammit woman! What I’m trying to say is that because of feelings of masculine inadequacy I shall spend the rest of my nights out in the driveway, crying some form of darkness.
IE. Drinking beer and listening to AC/DC