This Relationship

this relationship is so beautiful, it has no anti-matter,
the thing about the universe is that its antimatter
isn’t understandable, therefore this relationship will live
forever, reflect in no mirror, it will stand on a rainbow’s
one leg. hey, and on top we can build a treehouse and
put your and my gross droid up there, animal remains
or those adorable decorations. this belt-buckle supernova
I have decided will be placed on the wonky flotilla,
which will be pushed out gently into the middle of
the lake, knickers replayed in its wake, a song, rainbow genitals,
steroid pubes, we’ll watch the algae pull down the trajectories
of it sparks. my neighbor – who lives on an insane farm –
has a tractor that pulls protons, a beast, a brawny
fucker whose tires write obituaries, and this dirty-minded
thing we’ll start and ride by pulling faces at it – a sea
serpent lives in its carburetor and this thing’s
muy sensitive, takes umbrage at the merest dirty
look, we will face it with a cover story about its scrawny legs
in the Village Gazette: its sells at the same rate as the
sales of heroes, news will spread quickly that there’s no end
to the ridicule its demise will face, it really has no choice
but to – purt-purt – take us to where – runt-runt – we want
to go, which is toward victory.