tea party (we are here for the tennis)

locked in a blaze of smile-lanterns
as they rush through the lighthearted raindrops
,myriad of caring glows,
over the plateau
upside down glitter
can't let me get sick,
I am the walrus
bone-relieving fizzing smile-honey
giggle beam
from the North end to the South
a bundle of hugs sent
with our rovering bicycles

so much care, love, and care,
explode under your sweater
with ice-cubed lime-and-vodka
to paint with bubbles a promotion flyer
at the head of our tea-party table
(the two rabbits were rubbing their noses)
we have to start rotating our seats
soon


true story

vanilla powder

woah that hurts the line will be stuck in my beehive poisonous line bitters the sticky lava I wanted to lose my appetite, so thank you I was not born the right person, so now what ***************___________ tried my own voice after this "just juice please" came out as a dark whisper thin pain pinned through by death upon death my life is tired all around, they knew instantly I was born the wrong person, now what whatforwhatfor I am the wrong person let me get stomach sick this time it hurts forever soy beans and cayenne pepper why do I never get stomach sick even at times when I feel inside out must be because I am the wrong person well, at least I am sexy, "sooo sexy" no use to be drunk all is vain time upon pain train upon train I want me not to remember myself I am all muscle touch me right here poetic is not genetic I am not genetic my family is lost I am not genetic ,,mom's friend ages ago said to me: "if you collect the foam off the top of your tea with a spoon and sip it up at once happiness is yours" ,,,,, how did you know I was looking for family I am the wrong person look what you've done I am adding vanilla powder to my latte VANILLA POWDER TO MY LATTE how is this possible why is the universe allowing this to happen (such a disgrace to espresso shots) I wouldn't be if we tried anyway I am allergic to sun anyway (I am)