I assume you get that I was just
“Providing you information,”
That is,
It just now hit you,
But you don’t care,
Because you’re carrying the tabernacles’s attention
The centerpiece
Of two tattooed, muscle-bound boys
And
.
I’d see you
Wedged between them
In your own sort of glee,
I liked it,
But not for my own,
I liked it for ITS own,
Belonging to the moment,
Though happening to know that you subscribe
Possibly unwillingly
To this thing called “existence,”
So I know those moments to be fleeting,
And to “roll over your soul,”
As Oasis would say.