A SAVING GRACE IS A FOOLS LASS HOPE AND ME AND YOU ARE FOOLS TO THE MOON AND BACK. we're sipping mocha coffee and adding arsenic to our tea for this afternoon, but the clock marches on and we have to leave before we get to drink it. government assisted  suicide is a term that defines as: medical aid in dying, in which terminally ill adults are prescribed and self-administer barbiturates if they feel that they are suffering significantly. we don't really matter, you know. you know?

maybe you don't, maybe neither of us do. just me and you, two fools being too late and drinking tea with arsenic steeped in. it's not sweet beauty it's the best we got, scrapping knees / in the summer makes the ground sticky, crime scenes; do you think the trauma of growing up will mess us up forever? brain melting in the spring sun; we are revolutionary; we are the new world; we are— fools, sunshine.

(have you ever wanted to fly and airplane? wonder what it's like to have a window seat so wide / that the sky is your oyster—)

we are fools, sunshine, so bright and burning that out wax wings melt in the glow of afternoon's golden moon; don't forget this for me, after we self-euthanize and end up in some facsimile of gan'eaden or gehenna or wherever it is people go. what do i believe, in the end, is    — you. oh, sunshine, where do you go when the night is spilling it's ink on the earth? do you want to space out so hard we don't wake up, darling that's a coma, comma, sunshine. lets drink tea, darling, sunshine, sweet dream; don't you want to be in paradise forever? / that unholy glow of morning will come in so ugly it breaks bones and cracks teeth. we are fools, sunshine—

don't you know about the other side of the fence? the grass is long rotten / worms swallowed it whole but me and you, we don't care much because we're too busy drinking our mocha coffee, two shots of espresso and two pumps of chocolate; we rule the world, me and you, even as we fall, blood rushing so fast so furious so blindly into the light / are you holy / or is my vision burning / i'm seeing sunshine around you, sunshine / an unearthly glow!! / your body bloated to the heavens and we are falling like crash test dummies into / outer space / so far away / solar visions and holy visions / visions of you you you—

i'm having these visions of you / you / you in your perfect skin, lying in my arms / wax wings melted / and you know what we're doing, sunshine?

we're drinking tea and laughing about a saving grace that will always come / always / virtues are for fools and sunshine, me and you are the most foolish bastards out there so / just stay like this.

me and you, drinking mocha coffee and poisoned tea in the afterglow of your own radiance.