Menage a Trois

The Earth is nations of flat fatigue in this century.  I feel its hands grab for me when I am in the sky.  Rivers and shores are places for displacement.  Oahu childhood produces crazed pinnacles of deceit.  You ask and they say no, but there is no yes except for me and commander and chief.  Generally I am not to speak with his excellency, but he has the boundaries of a platypus.  I write this gentle lullaby for you, alien one here in this space.  Romance is not possible anywhere.  Physical relations are damnation at this time.  I have carressed the solitary sensual for 3.5 years.  Chastidy is now my name in that part of the world.  Look at me as a militant that flows with lyrics of the sea for you and you alone.  Disreguard the inferior across the street.