We’ve got a spider issue
in the bathtub
she says
We’ve got a spider issue
in the bathtub
she says
They scored on their first possession:
left-right-left-right-winger-striker-bang!
And that librero they had:
Never was a girl so free.
I can’t stretch this page far enough
to show where you land. I can’t
see it myself. But the way you’re going
you won’t make a sound.
You’ll be the softest landing
earth ever did know.
Certain things can’t be.
Nor need they be.
Drops lie flat in the watery plane
once the impact
of the impact has died
Alert buzzards of yesteryear
have come to claim what they left,
but again I stand
to shoo them away.
The water’s on for a pot of tea.
Scarecrow drinks while birdies get gone.
The slick of paint’s a wave to ride
till you’re perched upon the crest that’s dried