Feb 19, 2010 11:44
The sandwich bag is empty now.
So much crumbs are in my hair.
My thumb is covered in jello.
Slippery Walrus slapped my ass.
It's cucumber time.
I like melons.
I want to eat more cheese.
Dusty rivers stole my eggs.
Quitting turkey doesn't have to be cold.
Every time my eye squiggle dances.
It tells me how my leg hair screams.
Elephants trickle through the air.
Scampered to the sea.
Goodbye my tiny friends!
I wish to see you in the savior.
My shiny trinket floats away.
I catch it and eat it.
The number is 9.
Whisper....
Whisper whisper....
Whisper whisper whisper....
fork tune chambers.
Sally Jones.
Hamburger cheese ralph.
Saucy lemon.
Quiet.
The tree's coming now.
farts,
poetry