joy dipped in caramel .

Sometimes you have to kiss catastrophe, with tongue .
shock SHOOTS into the air and the options are h u n g
you try to smoke it in and swallow the taste
forgetting the damage to a body, the blackening of lungs .

I'm dirty dancing with disaster, lambada style
& try not to collapse on the cobblestone, complicated tile .
this dance is so complex, but ill be damned if it's a waste;
so ill plead in my partner's ear to stay for a while .

I'm scrubbing off the dirt to make the future pure
'cause that's the only action that I'm committed to for sure .
we cant dwell on the problems as if they make us mature .

"my sweet naive Stevi, if only the diagnosis was the cure." - Clyde .

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