a google kind of love

a google kind
of love.
++++++++

alas..t'was
the Perfect
Dream...

she:

an angel in
the dark.

I:

(Words on a
Screen.)

such love is
capable of becoming
Anything really...

a...

living literary
device constructed
by

breathing corpses in
Life's
Vast Machine.

+++

Perhaps I could
Google the answer
as to Why I Am
This Thing?

I imagine there
would be 666,000
answers provided
in a fuckin millisecond
and they would ALL
revolve around my
Personal Suffering...

my...

inability to
find comfort in this
Bag of Skin...!!!!

no wonder I
melted our bubble
gum machine wedding
ring.

(and let the darkness
win.)

++++

Tonight I'm rewriting
the Myth of Us to be
more conducive to that
Mysterious-Truth you seem
to embrace like it will
provide you some particular
meaning that is meaningful
only to that Sad Thing weeping
Rainbows in your Soul...

and perhaps it will be better
this time?

(or perhaps my pen will
dig another hole....)

jsh

(i was,,,
bored and
trying new
things.

to paraphrase
thomas edison.

(who was better
providing noteworthy
quotes than he
was at stealing Teslas
shit and passin it off
as his own)

sometimes we
prosper...
other times we
cease to
succeed.

but no one fails
unless they
quit trying....