by Tomorrow's Man
August 14, 2003
Sidle, shake, smack the sun, run run, run, don't get burned, creep creep, back to HOME, collect a gnome with orange hair, kiss her forehead, wish away despair, slide and sidle back to the moon, a blood beat above coming soon, there is an eye or three on me now, wonder where I'll run to now, maybe just a trot back to the gnome, who promises me I have found HOME, kiss her grin, sit back down, kiss and kiss a furry clown, shed his fur from my face, smile into keyboard space, know this wish is more a prayer too, the gnome tole me I am HOME, the gnome tole me I AM HOME.