Great things always come in pairs
You can't get smashed the night before
Without harbouring a smashing headache the day
After the fray
It's all part of the process, and if you unwind the reel
Long enough you just might get to see
What's ultimately there, or was, or will be
For you and me and every other iteration
Borderline ideation
That rests inside the gaps and fills with banging thrill
Unifies, the untarnished continuum
Great things always come in pairs
Mismatched socks are a fitting tactile example
What are the odds, oh ye gods for something
So excuisitely out of place, to happen
And yet it univocally does, and when it does
I'm in awe as I see it emerging behind the shadow
Of your restlessly ominously glittering eyes
"It's all going swell I tell ya'!"
Just don't do that thing you do that you acutely like
To do
There is bound to be a hint of murder
Alongside the occluded shores of a homely paradise
