Friday, February 08, 2008

dcxxxiii

Turned Away

Let’s blow it all to hell just as things start to get sensible.

Today’s flower, the bugleweed, perks up like a belltower
whenever the animals speak; a purple embellishment.

I’ve written a trillion miles in ketchup. I wrote one inside out. Huh?

                        It was the sweetest at the turning station
                        though I thought he was a bit of a bigmouth.

Hey, I love you too much don’t get run over by a car!