I was boring a date yes
of a healthier lunch
it was all so very natural
a smooched hook tbd
a line of weathered Portuguese
a weakened telephone
a pas de deux on a ripcord
a milk pop and a baklava
of which we will not ski
tho I am not so sure my head is
a search turkey of the taters
and a corn of the buns
and then a destroy
a gushing rain of gushing
do my hands seem as if
oh thank you thank you god
a where is the big news
of the sold-out storm-cellar
a get to the driven soul
of a barking like an ape
way up front of my house
we was under the weather
feeling so good of a noon
with loose-lipped eyes
and then I lost the car-kiss
inside a beautiful rummy
