love is illusory
life is illusory
I am illusory
this poem is illusory
but how would you know?
you are illusory
yes baby, if you and the poem are apparitions
and I am a legerdemain
what does it all mean?
if you have read this far
you may as well continue
I’m going to keep writing whatever you decide
only stopping when the beer does
I need to prove to you
I can be a pain in the ass
even if I don’t exist
so be careful baby
when you call my shadow a bastard
or when you shake what appears to be an ass when we walk
pretend I am a figment of your imagination
that I don’t exist
and nothing will change.