Curiosus
August fools
gust for a lust
a thirst of just
what truth is first
“Mulder” is spooky
but a pretty smart cookie
“she called him Fox”
but he didn’t lookie…
greys the matter
she types in batter
and the fish
he chipped
is.way. ;)x
”...are you still laughing…?”
Knight the Butler said the Chef
A civilized relation of One do exist.
This is the Time and it’s the Measure
Means of One to Many a Treasure.
Bird songs of the same feather
weather storms of fright to light
the heather and again, come the
day we remember. Who we are.
I got your number.Gentleman. ;) WO!
you talkin’ to MOi?
et.hmm…
Was a Sumer of sixty eight and
Mother said wait. So I did.
Earthly measure stares around
MY feet are a card in sound
”... the beat…”
a gui.duck you ask?
”...2036 was the year in question…”
and seconds later,
I had the impression
they mighta been speakin’ to me.
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2010
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