Just Like Those Stains in The Sky
I said look
at that stain in the sky ..
Pray what
does it remind you of ..
She said,
it looks like a bird dying
in some kind
of post orgasmic flight ..
You mean like
the stains on our sheets,
I asked ..
No, much more like some
fucking old,
Rorschach poemed parasite ..
And then,
we both laughed and tuned
our attentions
to those cracks in the ceiling,
yet again ..