Honeymoon

Wrote a poem to a real person tonight,

so my circuits are overloaded with reality.

Just going through the motions here...

yada, yada, yada....like lying in bed with 

your lover:  it was too good for her to care

that you're smoking a cigarette, and you're

only slightly aware you're smoking.

It's the gift that keeps on giving, as long

as it lasts...

When she notices my socks on the floor,

I'm on the next airplane.