Monday, May 4, 2009

Witchy Tie Tao

The Nature's knew
a song so sweet
in buffalo wing philosophy.

The witch, wench, whore, woman
in salty spice and
blue cheese tasting
pursued by beard,
rises to the peyote chase...

Rippling trails in minx and mix
morphs the dance
in mingling of senses...
head of Salome
sipping a grasshopper.

She saw, she came and danced
in the hiding, they controlled
in mistake of gossip wonder.

We're power in numbers...
sweet Chatterley
jump for the moon.