I'm sorry I was so loud;
I hope I did not embarrass you.
I have tried to keep it to a mild roar,
but my body just goes into these spasms
and the next thing I know a worm hole
opens up inside of me
and an entire new sector
of cosmic space opens up
in a creative unification
of love and heat.
My body just seems
to take off like a Lear jet
and I can't contain myself,
so I hope you will forgive me.
Miss June Fortunada
4b, 4th floor, last window on the right,
brownstone on the corner of Walsh and Kentucky.
(Dedicated to deadun)