if only I knew your name
perhaps I could call out to you
like that rain calls out to me
just before falling
the sound of the elderly
quiet ancestors gently setting down
easy chairs and old heaters
the hissing sound of the endless highway
with headlights always disappearing
just out of reach like love
or happiness or other myths
quietly whispered in sleeping bags
when you were eleven
and the whole world had opened
before you like a ripe casaba
like the sound of your name
if only I knew your secret
perhaps I could call out to you
and you would call out to me
just before falling
Categories:
casaba, happiness, introspection, life, lost
Form: Free verse
Conversations confusing
Google bots are oozing as I type
Quiet yet quite the riot
Gents lament a Goddess rant
Counting Coronets that can’t…
Hailing comments that She shan’t
Whale her song from a ship of Pink.
While her telly was quite the philly
Her belly was shaking with quiet silly
A butter in the fly has stumbled…
Tumbling his tongue on a British bum.
She laughed as she came undone and
He remembers now, the dame’s name.
Especially, the special invented his game.
Peace and pieces were all to blame, so
Sasanova lost her shame… and went froth.
Up the Gemini and into the Earth…
Tales from the doggie, so Sirius at first
Said ales of Corona created Mirth.
Martha, is such a ham when she works!
Sang a song about six biggie wics
Five for games and one for sticks…
Dear John, Flame of my heart,
Your elip Tickles O’l Neptune’s part!
Dear Ed, did you hear of the start!
Two men in wigs… made a Casaba tart!
Logs only have rhythm… when they’re lagers…
Honey, pass my reed please… near the sandals.dear ;)~
Categories:
casaba, adventure, friendship, funnysong, song,
Form: I do not know?