I feel happiness, it is
Foreign
A sensational mixture of moisture, melt and
Mineral
A magnitude so great
I cannot adapt to it
The naked man
Neighbourly though he is
Is not me
Is never me
A club i cannot join
A pause of blue is the reminder, i await
Numerable replies, i hoist myself
Up on weary elbows, i see
Beauty, associates, common courtesy
Him, all in denim and adhering to rules
This refreshes me, produces a smile
Despite the cracking of a skin
Inelastic
This eases the immovable torment
A torment that is now a
Tradition
The hipsters and the
Hipshakers are the true
Experts in...what was it again?
'Appiness?