The lunatic
Necks
Of the clover
Are ephemeral
Bowling pins
That blink like a bridge.
The end of the day sky
Has a restaurant chin
Like a drive in.
A reckoning of slapstick
to mend
And our daring doodles
To darn our noodles.
The lunatic
Necks
Of the clover
Are ephemeral
Bowling pins
That blink like a bridge.
The end of the day sky
Has a restaurant chin
Like a drive in.
A reckoning of slapstick
to mend
And our daring doodles
To darn our noodles.
