nothing makes sense

it’s like a sweet insanity
when we’re together

we’re both crazy
and nothing makes sense
yet everything is perfect

and i just want to see you smile
and hear your laugh

love on rye, hold the mayo

yeah, i’ll take a couple of slices
of the good love
that kind, right there.
cut it nice and thick
stack it on there, for real
with stone ground mustard
and some of that home-made slaw

wrap it in paper and a side of fries
a little garlic salt
malt vinegar

maybe i’ll save it for later

or eat half now while i wait
and enjoy the rest for lunch at work