Ralph sat quietly,
Attentively,
Working on this and that,
And planning for the night

And so it came,
Sweeping through the town,
And he knew –

The time had come
Long strides –

Deep thoughts,
He reviewed the plan

For the times to come,
Punctual to the dot,
He knew how well he planned the spot,
To be one with grace

And to meet the perfect face

Knock knock he went
And come in she said.
Feeling jittery,
He just spread his grin

What a delight,
What beauty there was that night,
A voice of heaven,
He longed for the goddess to follow his equation,

And after the long night,
With dancing, talk, and festive light,
It was time –
To say goodnight, and yet he paused, deviation?

* Take on a new hobby for a week, like maybe photography, smoking, or reading poetry, then quit.

With Angelic Purity

She stood before him,
Leaning in,
He looked normal — but nervous,
His breath fresh — teeth clean
What am I to do?
Formulating what people attract to,
Before the times are there,
Before the touch of her hair,

Before the allure of the room,
The smell of perfume,
O dreadful equations,
How you mock me tonight

Now temptation joined guilt,
An unforgettable evening for both,
Yet he knew,
Planning made straight all the askew

O how she knows me,
A mocker of perfections with a twinkle of the mind,
Always an option to explore,
Yet always breathing a lie

And now it was all too good,
He just didn’t know how it could,
Be this easy to capture the rose,
Where was the thorn?

But he had chosen a path,
One of persuasion and power,
And so he went in,
And touched faces with the alluring flower.

* Ponder what this leaves you with, take a moment to make sure there isn’t a triceratops behind you, and then take the following entitled He Thought as a surrogate to With Angelic Purity

He Thought

Her beauty was like the theory of relativity,
Powerful,
Overwhelming,
Perfect

Ralph had always been good,
at equations,
So in a cool and stylish manner he said,
Would you honor me with a goodbye kiss?

She smiled,
He held the power,
Her heart tipping and lips lonely,
She accelerated

With highly efficient celerity
He responded,
You misunderstood,
Tomorrow morning.

And just then look of total shock conquered her face like
Dihydrogen-Monoxide did the world.
Obstinacy conquering their thoughts,
With effusions of mind, emotion, all out of control.

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Her hand accelerated and then rapidly decelerated upon contact with another mass.
Face in pain from such a slap,
Hand to face,
Head up to head down,
Love to tears,

Wait, I — and Slam Bam Boom!
He turned around in anger and loss,
His thoughts ridiculing the world for being too crazy,
And there she was…

The last one,
Her eyes squinting with Ares’ rage,
Mouth open in disbelief,
She turned in disgust and said with a guttural despicability
Ughhh… Slam!

* You can treat this next section again as a surrogate for the last one. Please pause for how much time each day you usually spend thinking about rainbows, but not for longer than it takes you to compute how much time you devote to thinking about them. Please, no calculators. Go on.

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They exploded without scruples,
As if someone had stuck rockets in their asses,
Lips touching and wrapped in each other,
They ran into a king’s bed and had a

Good Night

You sit by the window,
And stare off and wonder,
What can you do at all divine,
Something, maybe just a line,

And she guides you through your mind,
For she knows a path you’ve never taken,
She’s holding on to you,
Holding on for something to come,

And you don’t dream to let go,
She keeps holding on to you,
And you dream the unreal of what you wonder,
And you wonder what if your dreams were true,

So before the time that you lose her,
For the day must one day come,
You warm up to a glow until,
Until a triceratops comes.