Conc

messersmasterful:

Well, honey you can be a square, set, and i’ll dream in my circles;

scratch that, i’ll step it up, i’ll make my visions spherical.

So whilst you’re admiring contained rectangles from acute angles,

in some newfangled primitive aspect ratio, two dimensional

making sure images are stretched beyond normal, far too tall,

i’ll have to refrain from mauling you, doll, for your apalling liminations.

Beware though, that the margin for me acting is small

and the pedal being held inches apart from the metal floor

in my one nine-ty, is sure-ly, the only thing sparing you the danger

of my three pointed star and your spindly body, ceasing to be, strangers.

m+w

12/1/10