i sang to a surfer
who was in a hole...
because i'm cool like that
i read a poem to a tree
growing on my roof
it seemed the right thing to do
i danced with a five legged broom
was handy and in the mood
i smelled behind an elephant's ear
the sweet scent of an orphan's tear
i saw truth shoot from a liar's toe
a lie spin from the head of a moth
i can leave now...
i'm cool with that
JOYCE*HIS INSPIRATIONS
What a unique and fun poem ~ so enjoyed!
Blessings,
Christine
Cheers,
Dan
Awesome, and that last lines really give you something to think about.
Mary