vigintillion squared

Don't delude my messages,
hang me the day that I capitalise
and socialise with poli-lolly-ticians
I'm talking to you now.

My best friend's household
and house
and hold of her house
is falling to bits.

My beloved and I
were smeared all over the con-cert-crete
for a good four hours
where we were a smorgasbord of tongue, cheek and lips
somewhat like a Chinese dish.

I have stopped monitoring my social networking site
and moved on sorta like always,
I'm truly a nomad of the internet.

You turn on your computer
maybe you still have scars of transatlanticism
so that means you have scars,
but let me be guilty stitches.

I have been obsessed
with many homosapiens since we last chatted
and then unobsessed
and then just abscessed.

Don't worry,
we all hallucinate over the image
of top-guns' heads rolling
and I always will,
even under my beloved tyranny of love.