By B.K. Date: 2003 Aug 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.05.18.40.14598]] |
On a left turn One way trip I stumbled upon A succulent set of lips And the moment They said my name I lost all feeling In my simple brain Suddenly I was pre-programmed In clear channels Tapped into a Dictionary of love Tattooed on his lip Taking the ride Through infinite space Right up to the place Where cosmic love resides And don't be surprised When you look up into sky To see me there Winking and blinking And nodding out at you Supporting my blender habit Poor little turtle With love as her snare Still flying low trying To catch her fast as lightning hare bk |