Thursday, February 23, 2006

I knew we were meant to be

- until the day the ninjas come.
The glorious day when the revolution
begins again for the first time.
And soft hands strike you dumb
and deaf (though that is no change, no change).
And on that one momentous day
we will be having sex, and they will
strike from all angles, swords as saints
Hai! We will be die so brightly! So bright
and real in that one terrible moment
that when the revolution comes
we will know everything, and nothing,
and we will watch the tv,
and we will drink beer , and be mocked,
but we will have each other
- until the day the ninjas return.

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