Breakup Note
Excuse my nothings,
Here’s Infinity flowers
A designer fur Ferrari
Minor memory loss.
The world’s ending
And I just want sleep.
White-flagged prisoner
Of my own affection.
Rollercoaster nausea,
Sometimes absence
is more filling than We
could ever hope to be.
In the years I’ve been at this
(Lots, not to be precise)
You’d think that once or twice
At least I would have seen
Some anomalies. I mean
Some major ones. As in
Not feet but little wheels,
Or crests like cockatiels’.
Where are they keeping the girls
With a chrome exterior,
Or an extra derriere?
Apparently nowhere.
Assuming my sample’s valid,
The pool is limited
To the standard types I’ve tallied;
Such variance as there is
In the usual congeries
Of physiognomies —
And yet enough of it
To be worth the looking at.
The walking by, for that,
Of the same girl over and over
Would be no cross to bear
If it were that one there.
-Dan Brown
