A Call From the Post Office
sometimes your heart and your brain has to bleed to smile
here i am exhaling with delight, but said delight is an internal clown
if you could have smelled the scent on the towels before these towels,
you would have thought that we both went into cardiac arrest
i once thought that there were sweet smelling flowers in my mouth
then i met a woman with a Get Real Mallet
now here i am answering the How Many Lumps question again
it is then that i realize that it is Saturday Morning and that i am missing the cartoons of my youth
suddenly she awakens with a carnal urge for a few more quiet conversations about oars
i oblige because when God is the Post Office, you accept the Special Delivery with Sweet Silence.....nuff said....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2018
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