Fall apart into tiny sunglasses and Fonzy hair.
There believes, the becomes, there believes
Mostly heaven.
Mostly
Mostly
Bag of heals baby seals from scraped knees.
Amounting to mountain top to slide down,
Snowy
Snowy
Believe me, the trees thrash gently, epitomizing.
Slow Dance
Brain bed
Boob desk
Flat flat
Flat.
Morose
This morning I mop my floors. And so,
with wall to wall carpeting clenched cold and wet between my toes, I press on
on the dryer, and soon my bedspread is tumbling dry to the rythem of my big toe,
the captain of the toes, tap-tap-tapping.
Dot-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dotting.
Poem
They laughed.
They were laughing.
Were they laughing?
People laughed.
People have been laughing.
People should laugh.
Some people are laughing.
All people must have been laughing.
The smartest people will be laughing.
Her friend is an accountant.