exhaustion is pleasure
of a creamed-out coffee sip
oatmeal-raisin cookie dip
and suddenly all is better

days pass in self-chatter
move smoothly with a limp
half philosopher, half chimp
in stride with self-promoting ego

and noone ever will try to know
the depth of beauty in the moment
of sex in casually drying cement
while time attempts to circumvent
what is impossibly eternal