by Tomorrow's Man
June 24, 2003
Little ladies and lovely things, parades of poppies and witch's wings, three more beers and I'm eaten alive, Mr. Banquet for mosquitoes practicing their nose-dives, a sunset boiling the tips of the trees and a place within the purple light meant for me, bugs be gone from my smile, I'd rather you didn't eat it for a while.
Dedicated to my purple shirt.