My wristwatch is now for sale
To the lowest rate, you can avail!
Discount is twenty to fifty percent
Its unique features work to full extent.
Time and date set automatically
So, in all activities you can dilly-dally,
Read pulse rates, temperature, heartbeats
Alarms for waking up, tiredness and quits.
Tells the length of walking and sleeping
In digitals with silent alarm or talking.
With virtual assistants, Alexa and Siri
Cheering you up when you’re lonely.
Has texting and phone functions
Video calls and camera for all occasions,
My sales offer for you is first come first served
Wristwatch with best alarm, “Wrong turn! Swerve!”
watch my wristwatch
and what time is it
I cannot not tell you
though this is partly sunny
each laughter from the room
is that document
in a time of war
the evidence is happiness
we are deaf near the wall
True blue, you’re my celestial highway,
a jaw dropping road trip to the Moon;
With just one glance my insides flutter,
I can see a place I’ve never been;
A jaw dropping road trip to the Moon,
my luxurious starship soaring;
I can see a place I’ve never been,
now I can return a million times;
My luxurious starship soaring,
a dance with each of your falling stars;
Now I can return a million times,
in the blurred vision of my teardrops;
A dance with each of your falling stars,
detonate me with that glitter bomb;
In the blurred vision of my teardrops,
frozen wristwatch dust timed for comets;
Detonate me with that glitter bomb,
with just one glance my insides flutter;
Frozen wristwatch dust timed for comets;
True blue, you’re my celestial highway.
It looks like a wristwatch but they are different now.
Not a wristwatch at all. A computer, an I-pad, an I-pod,
A diving board, a sewing machine, a refrigerator.
Lovely, I say.
And it can pilot a plane, she says.
Which might explain its cost.
a . = a ~
A salmon run is one of the places to find pearl dew. Dried or undried it is nonetheless stunning in it's composition. Compositions create calling cream. And a dough ball is neither a dream nor a daring drop. It is to be said that one single itemised inked out informant is an information infant. And still the deep fried rice dish bubbles in merrymaking and mirth and is so awesome for otherwise stagnant non smiling cracker breads to rise and tinkle dance upon the side board. Many a kitchen is many a secret sound. Akin to a school but without lessons. Currants climbing created credits. And a circulating captain bird arrives with bits of bread, a harp, a lute, a little jellyfish and a belly dancing buffalo. Sink that into a vase then stand and admire the constitutional composition. And all the while the wild eyed egg is playing hoop da loop with the rye, beans, chips and chickens. But only at sixteen minutes past seven. Hahaha moonbeam moving making meals. Metallic music making mathematical models. Haha modem may mean many times a frog hop. Xxxxx sharp shark angle. Xxxx conditionality zzzzzx
Drenching louder hunger with an answer to care, you know a senseless prayer.
Tell them to mind it, this, curious as murder with another more vengeful purpose.
How then taken away could I exist?
Never should I know, blindly convinced that an answer without guilt sits guarded.
Drenched and proud, bless this blasphemous pen..until the ink runs end over end.
Tell them to find sin, this, furious and cornered with another for vengeful purpose.
Drenching louder hunger with an answer to care, you know a senseless prayer.
Tell them to mind it, this, curious as murder with another more vengeful purpose.
How then taken away could I exist?
Never should I know, blindly convinced that an answer without guilt sits guarded.
Drenched and proud, bless this blasphemous pen..until the ink runs end over end.
Tell them to find sin, this, furious and cornered with another for vengeful purpose.
While waiting for her this morning
I looked to my watch to see it had stopped
Why didn’t it work I wondered?
I know its battery was new
But yet, time for me had stopped.
The last thing I remember
I was crossing the street,
But, I never reached the corner
Yet, here I am, waiting for her.
It is my fate to wait for her
As in life I loved her
For in my death as well
I will wait for her
Time has no meaning without her
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