A Loupe

Records on the floor
We have to stop but we drink more
On paper, it smears
It’s not conjunctional
Our prey comes near
Every night we take 'em down
And in the morning, regret so much
Marching in thick mud
I’m trying to evolve
And you’re no sleuth
Caterpillar to a moth
You fly into the fire
Raising and doom
It dies and you’re consumed
I wanted to have a home
I likened our love to prose
In a and crazed
Cold winters and summer haze
And like a moth to the flame
My tinders are asleep right now, my dove
(What is Farber’s Fourth Law?)
(I gather flowers)
(What is Farber’s Fourth Law?)
(I gather flowers)
(What is Farber’s Fourth Law?)
(I gather flowers)
(Why?)
(Keep laughing)
(Because he picks the tulips)