five cents for glory.
the four statue jollyhops have martial bones.with cotton candy marrow in them.
they are from across the wishing bridge.
with forecasts so damning that laughter makes it subside.
these four or eight or six folks are forgotten.
can you see me now?
love is not forgotten in two hearts.
east and west.
retired and repaired and beginning to cry life.
let's sell this burning pocket of sugar.
apologies are right across the street.
I promise.
mash potatoes and gravy fights for us.
we are going to push the dynamite handle down.
nothing is nothing to someone on precious sidewalks.