Cold, cold magnificence
The absolute right kind
Perhaps the real and only kind
Absurdly delicious – you exceptionally viscous apple, you
Mesmerising decisions on a most delicate knife-edge
Splendid for all intents and purposes
Find the spark ignite, setting yourself up oh so perfectly
Defecate all over the world
Why not touch the sky and die if only for a while
‘Til everything means entirely everything – Dank smiles genuflecting over a thousand-and-one cold shoulders
When the naysayer becomes your partner-in-crime
No-one ever envisaged this time, when the whole damn thing manages to shine insane
Hate no-one, blame everyone
Still sitting here, perched, waiting vigorously for the sun to return to the scene of our crime
Eye-soar of a telling kind