Crazy Game

A realism virus swept through the valleys.
A wilted cock falls from dreams into dreams.
Kingdoms lost down the choke of your blouse.
A spiritual stink in my must-ridden crotch.

The heat in the hand of the doe-hunting youth,
echoed in cold stones of city blocks elsewhere.
A goddess of light falls out of a peapod,
ordering favorites with only a tap.

The loosening of a once-heart-felt grip.
Shoot for the sun in the dew of holy lakes. In
desert huts or asleep in a forest,
only those who believe will be saved.