looking forward to a 100-degree day

i beg the bride of lizards
be the beast of bad choices
she says, ‘ok,
maybe,
we’ll see.’

i beg her, please please
be that wild ravager of no
the ecstatitious mountain of mayhen
and calamity. she giggles,
‘ok, sure sure, just stop, for God’s sake
just stop.’

and the world crashed into the empty space
where the dark part of slivered moon hides
with a boom boom boom and a soft Goodbye.