Extricating Sanity
We're cement heads and paste-for-brains;
blue and yellow; drowning, flying; Reese and Malcolm,
gone insane.
Holding hands, we jump the cliff, and never end.
Screams and lip-locks, pulling hair,
we're something that shouldn't be there.
We're touching toes and punching holes,
and making fire
that's smothered.
Falling from light, dying in delight,
we're breaking in and breaking down,
apocalyptic souls in flight.
Out of our minds, we're finally free,
and starting over.
Outside we pitch it like a joke; we both
are really lying.
We are, in cold,
dead seriousness, in love.