so i miss you
is that a big deal
the starlight spider web
so confining
spread across the orange road
and as the moons orbit
along with it goes my
rhythmic heart
the bird [that whispers so
softly in my ear] asks
me if it's wrong to
love the fish
and all i can say is no
and once the word leaves my mouth
i feel myself tumble
and images fill my head
of jack-in-the-box and
wrigley's gum
did i mention i'm addicted?
winterfresh gives me a high
unlike all those other
conventional
over-the-car-in-the-middle-
of-some-secret-place drugs
and i take my time
seeing the fox
[so sly and stealthy he may be]
strike a chord on a violin
beckoning little goslings
to follow him home
for a game of bird-in-the-cauldron
