the friend of my enemy my friend

criss crossing over hills ‘n bends

were they ever in danger of freezing

or were they ever in danger of death?

we are beasts of enlightenment

whatever we think that might be

translucent bugs coming out of it’s

shell of 221 years –

to mate with the ancestral peers

3 cheers & a who-ra

any day it’s a night

in a house in the sky

they can stay there indefinitely,

but at least til 2030

when the space time continuum runs out

because there are 644 meanings

and secret liason meetings,

i’m in the broom closet mating

and you’re back where you belong

hating

me