went to bed with a boner
and a head full of smoke,
woke up to talk of war.
took out the garbage,
waved at the neighbor,
and a gorgeous gal
I have never seen before.
I greet the noon slow,
from editing to a two o'clock lunch,
no bandana booger is too much.
I can't tell you the tune,
but it sorta trills,
reminding me of kissing lips,
all I ask is trust.