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    
     
a location    
that only 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