Lawn Mower

In a haze of
    throbbing
             music    
                     throbbing
                         temples
                                 throbbing
                                            intentions
our arms
brushed
and

I
had the
    daydream
                     (again)
where our
graves
lie
side
by
side
            with
one
caterpillar
c
  r
    a
  w
l
  i
 n
g
between them before
some
old
pudgy-
            looking
                dude
                                                 (with a giant mustache)
runs us over with a
lawn mower

You
daydreamed about
well
I
wouldn’t know
but a
man
                with more
C O C O N U T-sized balls
would
bet
on the
muscular guy
                (behind me)
with his
C O C O N U T-sized balls

but it
doesn’t
matter

I
got
my fix
without spending
a single drop
of
elbow grease

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