wut if

a totally drug free financier
met an on the verge of falling apart poet
and they broke into sweat dumped by a dolphin?

could she learn to ski this late in life
would he learn to sing radiohead without the loops?
maybe beck. anyway, wut if there was a big red arrow
that pointed toward yes and now, a like o meter
that measured your body's hormonal response
and displayed it for your date to see? i mean
that would be the ulitate truth telling body machine.

i'd have to take my brain out ever mrning
and put it back . volunteers are waiting for you call now.
for just a moment, let's go into the body
of the woman by the window, she's smiling
nd white haired. nscant ness and cling
comprise her