One Twenty Five

God is my breakfast test, summer within a lover's storm, don't i feel blessed, smiling dangerously, with her failing lymphoma, the troubles start with me, howling with tremendous zest, her complaints grow enormous, like some ferocious beast, she’s a lightning seed, for horrors that are brightly worn, her own epiphany, please give it a rest, this thunderous performance, i'm not at my best, before even Dejeuner, music rises like a claw, a fist inside says serendipity, is this the palimpest, to act like never born, my own litmus test, we dance around the floor.