Love Poem: Puppeteers of Perfection
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Written by: Marty King

Puppeteers of Perfection

soon i will be less tired
all toenails are grassy green
both my big toes have yellow puss oozing from them
i have been walking since before dawn
it is now half past midnight, and i am nowhere near home

there was a time when i could listen to her heartbeat and everything was immediately okay
there was a time when i could listen to her talk about her day and forget completely about mine
there was a time when the only time we would argue would be over the silliest of things
all we would have to do is make each other cum and everything would be good and new again
then real life time hit, and all of a sudden this strange witches brew amnesia overtook our bodies
the permanence of it as a whole made us begin to forget the beginning of what we had worked so hard to begin
now we are shooting bullets at the center of the sun
now we are throwing acidic spitballs at the nucleus of the moon
now we are just strangers in passing wishing we could let go of our frustration on certain attractive celebrities
then again, there is no pain or regret....and everything is okay