Cocaine and soda, playing Tetris in our underwear. 
We take turns reading letters, I read the haiku and you move your nails across my legs. 
In your arms, I don't know who I am, 

taking all I know about nihilism and trying to build it into a life. 
With your thought in mind, I walk the streets down to the shore and I sink into the Pacific. 
This is everything up to now ending. 
It was nice to believe for a while.