multiple rounds of wishful thinking

Multiple Rounds of Wishful Thinking

I gotta get home early before my old lady calls the pigs to pick

nothing magical about telepathy; it is merely one of those

determined to stretch the moments of superficial intimacy

in serious breach of protocol in flicking the file over to me

in ambush, fleeing the drug's powerful expulsive magic. Quickly

a strangely familiar kind of reconnoitering caress which puzzled

yesterday's life-asserting illuminations survived into the real world,

causing it to rupture. What a waste! Still, she most probably would,

in bewilderment, the terrible franticness and urgency released,

walk with the kind of panache I'm exhibiting at this moment.