Slanted

That little dimple is ridiculous.

Absolutely loathsome, when I'm out here preaching the meaning of vitality so vehemently to you and you have the audacity

to smile?

LISTEN

I see four realities transposed over-under overlays of fifty ways the future might play out, and I articulate as such so succinctly, subverting all circumventions so that we may

Understand the point of partisanship and parting gifts in the guise of white flags on inbound ships, on the horizons of hell helping heal sinners sunk just under the surface.

Thousand fixes flood my mind with every sip of expensive wine and how do we define expense? Is it not subject to intellect and how we choose to count our cents?

I see your smile, you know. Ode to the dimples that chose to grow and to your teeth that shine under fine-dining light and to crow's feet by twinkling eyes that leave me

breathless

If I'm drunk, I promise it's not only on the wine.