This is what writers do…
While it needs no explanation (simply because there isn’t one), this is what happens when you just sit and write the first words that come to your mind in a string of non-sensical wonder. Try it. Have fun. Hug a tree.
We were that crazy field of cats eyes and cradle cakes
That gyrating room of rumba lines
The pelicans feet barb-wired fences
Box-lipped and denim-donned prima donnas
Sock sifting yarn toters
Vaccuum-sicked June Cleavers with missing stilletos in steel graters
Your handle bar mustache scraped lines like red crayon on alabaster skinned babes
My toes beat rhythms on solid surfaces like drum stick chicken on greased up bellies
I rambled words like grenades thrown by melting snowmen
We wondered what the hell it all meant
But lets be honest, there are a lot of things in this world that make no sense
Amd that’s why its so damn beautiful.