Strapping on my goggles
I was hoping to see Meadowlark
But every time I toggled
All I got was Meta-lark
Reclining in her squishy plush arm chair,
flipping through the pages of her childhood fantasy book
she gazed through the broken window of her dreams
incisively to see the hidden sun amongst her dread.
The indispensable question hung in her consciousness
When did the ambitions she so longed for cease to exist?
The vivid, striking, radiant pages of her journal showcasing her
Entire life were mere memories just to be seen.
She grinned like a Cheshire cat slowly left her sanctuary of memories
Packed her bag, started her car and drove miles and miles
Till she witnessed each and every place in the world
Which no one had seen before.
globetrotter
prodigal son
back for a visit
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I saw an ogling eye whispering at me
We were at the anthill of a dried a night
Like a duck in a thunderstorm
I drawled before her wet lips
She inserted her passion into my clay, dangling my balls
I became a saint-sinner singing in the euphoria of her nipples
I am an innocent globetrotter who throttle in the winds and whims of her imaginations
Now am sucked and soaked at the sea of life
High and dry because I fell head-long to her waist
Chewing the cuds of delusions
Being at the cross purpose with my very being
A glance of her beauty is out of question
Last night, I saw grass growing under her thigh
In a twinkling, my pipe was like that of the Ethiopian Eunuch
Well, her red lips fell of the mountain
Blowing out the heat and the gush from the Nile
Confining my element with her red clay
Oceans of rumbling and tumbling escaping
Emotions mixed in motions, tongue erupting
With her powdery milk she dissected my Jupiter
I became half gone, in a half day
But her lull resuscitated me
Guess who she is?
She is Figurine.
.
Eager to return
he waits for the evening tide
Crusty globetrotter
I love to travel to foreign lands,
where friendly elephants eat from my hand,
And the undersea monsters come up on the beach
and stand by my blanket and deliver a speech
‘Bout their standard of living way down in the deep
Where the fish carry lanterns (it gives me the creeps).
Then I visit the desert where there’s mummies galore;
That mirage in the distance…a candy store?
And now off to Saturn, where I’ll count all the rings,
And wait to be rescued, and think of the things
That happened all day, and ask myself why
My friend was so mean, or my fish had to die,
Or my sister ignored me, or I missed that pop fly,
Or lost my best pencil while I was at lunch,
Or never once felt like one of the bunch.
Oh I love to travel to foreign lands
where friendly elephants eat from my hand,
And the undersea monsters come up on the beach.
Yes, I love to travel to foreign lands
With my head tucked way under the covers.
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