Life of the ****

I love your body

I made a map that I study

there’s just one thing

that distracts me from loving

ideas haunt me

they take me out for shopping

through imagination

stretching endlessly

tell me what you’re building

behind those eyes

come live with me

in the life of the mind

we go from the streets

to penthouse high

but there’s something

more precious by design

enough parties

enough clothes

can’t spend hours

talking about sports

give me a novel

or a film obscure

my mind’s got enough

junk to last months

Bugolgi Apparatus