One touch to the tip of the tongue
Tip of the tongue.
Tippie-top, drip-drop.
Ha ha ha
Pop!
The start of their long day,
A long walk in the beginning of his trip,
12 hours.
Racing time on a warped clock,
Hands twisted and worn,
Overworks “second tick by”.
With a stamp on a map,
A stomp on his hat,
Colors follow a useless trail
No direction into the unknown.
And hello hello,
Unknown is on the phone!
Lucy!
You old fat dog,
Bring me a snack.
Walls of the brain seem obscure
Textured bumps on each new surface
Riding wages in the ridges of the mind,
Lack of sleep only prolongs the trip.
On the roller coaster loved by children of flowers,
Lucy barks and bites.
She steals the stamps and goes for a ride.
Advertisement
cool poem.
Made me chuckle in parts