journalists fire question marks at your eyebrows
just when the air sparkles with dusty flecks that enter the glowing canals of your ear and zoom everyway.
when you slow down and all them bees start buzzing in your head
and all you want to do is vanish this bread
because he winked and said so
i could have sinked into some spotted abyss
i saw it in the hillside i saw it in the fencepost i saw it over sunsprinkled water
but there is often a but
clinging to your sillies like koalas
hmm i'll just be sitting here fornever then you will see one day
well does anything go your way?