Neutral (4 Sept 2009)

our antics seemed like actions
doing something
worth some amount of time
just doing something
-or someone-

somebody once told me:
be a good boy
and if you can't be one
do one.

and so I did one
oh dear
my actions
were merely antics
no good ol' girl
just me getting a vision
of something like beauty

oh, our antics, dear
are play scripts for the gods
those circles we dance with each other are pagan worship
giggling skeptically at the gods themselves
but we do our pagan dance nonetheless
we've made a pact to the naked organic of moaning in the night
and the raw, crass language of:
[...i wanted to fuck you all day long...]
please let me translate the yearnings in my belly:
[...i wanted you too...]
and we go
exercising more philosophy
than the hedonists ever did

and, boy...
the gods don't mind our nihilism
as long as we dance the dance