Ripping the lawn mower
Ripping the lawn mower.
The pig on stilts
and paper bagged.
The good view of the city
and picniced good blankets.
Do you know how to use
an 18 inch chainsaw?
It kicks like a bad fish
and will readjust your face
if you let it. I'm all about summer
when winter gets.
But sometimes it's hard to love bubblegum.
But sometimes it's hard to love reservoirs.
And everything, come June, smells ocean.
And I don't know that I can rock it.
Everything grows and everything has to,
some lake, some rod and reel, some tackle.
Some time spent, some not, watching
the gold fish play in the reeds
and the sun dribbling through
and somewhere someone said
something drawl and
I stared at the clouds between the blades of grass.
