the punch line is:
we need to leave.
pack and leave right away.
with 42 pieces of belongings,
that will no longer belong here.
waiting to depart is when your eyes went blank,
your heartbeat irregular, you sigh long and big,
then your head starts to swirl,
and you think unthinkable thoughts.
the dangerous husband.
unknown language.
make someone happy.
buy more accessories.
here comes the departing pause.
guess who is on?
me, you and the 42 pieces of belongings
and a little red fox.
we drank orange juice with gin,
the pilot yak and yak and yak.
request for tomato juice.
we painted the interior tomato red,
so that the little red fox
blends in.
delicious red.
we are all beautifully red.
and decided to depart from the vehicle.
with red, we jump.
and more splattered red later.
me, you and the 42 pieces of belongings
and a little red fox.
reader k | 5/11/2005 10:59:00 PM |
