It's cool, you're cool. (poetry)
Enter the boss,
who's a bit bored with straight fiction
thoroughly obsessed with its own modernity
and ready for a different kind of love.
A sort of bittersweet love,
not set with a bodice-ripping hunt-
behold, the feminine and aromatic,
ooze and angels;
live with the unfamiliar and strange, that weird lurid dream,
new illusions without delusions of grandeur.
Desire does not have to be symmetrical and seemingly innocent.
Oh no! I like this! I like this very much!
Bud judgements will come anyway
from the inside out.