YOUR PHALANX EXPLODES UNDER THE LAUNCHED BOULDER

WE MET AT A CHESS TOURNAMENT FOR NEAR-NUDISTS WHERE I WORE A SINGLE JAPANESE BEETLE AND YOU WORE RED DIRT

IT WAS THE YEAR THAT WE GREW A TREE IN EVERY ROOM OF OUR DREAM COFFIN

WE THREW BANKERS OFF A BRIDGE

YOU FELT YOU WOULD NOT LET GO OF THE BODY BUT YOU DID

IT BECAME CLEAR THAT YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH THE BODY

SO YOU ERECTED A FLAGPOLE IN THE HOLE IN A ROOM IN OUR DREAM COFFIN WHERE A TREE ONCE STOOD

YOU MADE A FLAG OUT OF SOME FABRIC WHERE OUR DREAM COFFIN LID

THE FLAG BECAME TATTERED AS ALL FLAGS TATTER

THE TATTERS WERE TAKEN DOWN

YOU SPENT YEARS MAKING THE FLAG POLE INTO A LIGHTNING ROD

I HAD A STROKE AND YOU CARED FOR ME

YOU GAVE ME WINE ENEMAS NIGHTLY

YOU WIRED ME TO THE LIGHTNING ROD OF EVERYTHING

WE ARE WAITING FOR A STRIKE

AND HAVE SURVIVED MANY STORMS