Rag Shag Paradise

RAG SHAG PARADISE

there we where

me and my girl

Vavavavoom

speeding on a curving dark road

she

silky luscious

falling all over me

like a chinchilla fur

it was a menacing and stormy night

we pulled up

to the dimly neon lighted

Rag Shag Paradise Motel

and adjacent diner

the Creepy Pasta Restaurant

that looked like a blinking furnace

where reality doesn't care what happens

and hemorrhages chaos

like a flushing toilet

at the end of the line

nly exists for a few minutes

planted to create an illusion

to nourish self deception

a crime without a criminal

a continuity of the nothing

yet in it

an inevitable unfolding of consequences

like a scream scattered throughout the cosmos

a good place to curl up for the night

a point of departure on a lumpy rolling bed

as we vanished beneath the sheets