by Tomorrow's Man
April 25, 2004
No more frogs or pants or chutney, no more dangling silver things from my extra elbow skin, no more churlish flinging comments, no more laughing yellow men's teeth, no more wondering after the whale, no more watching the wheel fly aligned, or the the flies wheeling through the honey, no more wishing for a wish-washy wish, just fish upon fish and a week of warm rain.