The hurricane lamp blew away. Damn.
& the dark lantern went out.
What does it all mean? Look online under “My Light is Spent”.

Buy a puppy. Buy a turtle. Buy a frog.
We will break into the menagerie business.
The envy of all other people, we shall bask in the sunlight and enjoy what philosophers call “The Pet-Lover’s Paradise”.

Time is of the essence.
There is a vanishing trick it does.
Nobody knows how it works.

There is a development, we are exchanging peppermint candies, water slips off the roof, I am a cloud, separate me from this, a diary entry will suffice. Staff meeting.

Listen to the past.
It is not like now.
There are different words being whispered.

It’s morning, and I woke up next to you (virtually)
You are next to me (virtually)
We are together (really)

of this, or rather from this,
may be extracted all manner of diversions

lightening of falling dews
spreading of limbs
comforting of shivered eyes

an election or selection of “sweets”

& I desire “slut rabbit” slippers
(but they are so “old lady”)
I don’t care
they are warm and comfortable in Winter

Every word rhymes. I’ve told you this so many times.
You will be punished for your crimes. Let’s move to sunnier climes.
Those trees are limes. I shall be with you betimes.

You have been chosen. There is no opportunity to exchange places.
Fate, that damsel of questionable features, has it in for you.