Joie de vivre
Published in Everyone's a fucking poet! 1995
you want an adventure that begins "the night exploded into my hand" and then maybe die happy even the cats are sleeping through your life even the pillow is too soft for you to resist it you won't have your night in shining armor (it can't get through) you lock the door as if someone wants to come in as if the succubus lives next door you should be so lucky one roll of the dice is all it takes you'd play the lottery if it didn't cost a dollar you want to win the game but success is an open ended ticket to nowhere crazy dreams give birth to interesting language still that's only a glimpse of what you're looking for nights exploding and all that jazz first you've got to take hold
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