Delightfully Deranged

Didn’t really find him

I tripped over something

Tried to say ‘excuse me’

And he began to slobber so much

I took off my shirt to mop it up.

 

Gracious and undeveloped

His brain activity wavering from a pothead

To a manic genius

Within minutes.

 

He was entertaining

Not exactly stimulating

Sexually..

Unless one night

Boredom took over

And you were curious

About the size of his…

 

He talked about the moon once

How it lit up the sky

Just for us

For he and I.

I told him there were so many

He disagreed

He said in his world

There was only he and I;

Thousands of miles apart

Attached to a laugh

Bonded by a tragedy..

 

Both of us

Delightfully deranged.

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