Hot rod butterfly with
Sugar waltz brain feelers;
The key to heaven is in the sky-
If you can walk well among the rushes
The crisis cut loose to die too high.
I can melt upon reaching it;
I see god in the volume control
Evolving in the valley helix
Bead button on the trigger.
Needle pressed deep within the groove;
Go to bed and then let’s talk.
I think I want to clean your head-
Doing the backstroke and the dishes
Steaming molten red,
And her five friend night visitor said
Velvet lips go south
In a box delta pinapple pink vertical slice
With room for mouth and couch.
Nov. 22, 2002