Descartes in me
I think therefore I exist.
That is what I dreamt I told you
when the weather was nice,
raining and shining
in a cavort with Miss’n Nostalgia,
in a tango with Possb’lty,
and a dirty Ramba with Fate.
I thought therefore I existed.
That is when I called out
to the family of Mushashi
and asking him to duel
with Liu Bei as my sword,
Guan Yu and Zhang Fei’s his
and find out if Kong Ming was us.
I thought therefore I exist.
That is when Suze Randall snapped
and stole the lofty pictures of me,
imprinting photos of curious childhood,
rebelling teens, conforming adulthood
in my most private chest,
with my life spread like a Centerfold.
I think therefore I existed:
That is when you came
with a disgusted look
and promptly broke up with me
the first time we met,
seducing me to the very end
to your lair deep in Atlantis,
and promising me your love
when it was last we saw another.
Walking away in tears, my thoughts ran
when my self entered the scene and said:
“I exist therefore I think.”
