The girl's florescent smile
Spoke of times we forgot to talk about,
The days of gallantry and
Caramelized kisses.

Not that we didn't remember them.

My mother would sometimes bleach the sheets
Of my twin-sized bed,
Missing the dot of
Wisteria crayola
I drove into it's whiteness
Til my crayon broke.

It wasn't a very good color anyways.

I'm waiting to see if whistling
'Smackwater Jack'
Will keep my five year collection of
Old buttons from being thrown into the
Mile deep dump
That is my life.

At least it's a good song.

This is brilliant.

I ADORE this.............................

This is so cool.

i agree with perfect, brilliant!

well done...

this really hit the spot!

Once again, thanks for the kind words.