Ode to Marilyn
If love is the fuel of a time machine
which sails into the past
making our bodies
younger,
the reversing of love is evol-
ution,
final extinction
its oil.
So lets bathe in the fuel,
then burn it
unhesitatingly
before the tidal oil
drowns this perfection.
When sextinction arrives
we shan't be here.
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