I read this term for the first time today, and i thought that it is fantastic. So I wrote a poem in five minutes that does not begin to do it justice...
(by the way, it's the stuff that keeps cds on the front of magazines)
Fugitive glue
Whatever happened to that fugitive glue,
Those small sticky patches that stuck me onto you?
Whose was the water that put out the fire?
Must have been yours dear, because mine just burned higher.
What was I thinking when you came undone,
Unravelled, untangled, unwanted, unspun?
How could I miss it when you slipped away?
Did it take more than a weekend, a month or a day?
Where is the rubber that sucked me into you?
Whatever happened to that fugitive glue?
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