by Tomorrow's Man
A-U-T-O-MATIC went a fly fisherman to the lake, the same clock tick stop spot he's sat tock tock flip goes the fish but he just sits tock tock, just sits tock tock, it's not the fish he sits for but the sunrising.
Morning bells are at war with the morning doves as murders of both score and scratch across the heavens, while I trundle 88 feet per second beneath the battle wishing for the bells to win, as not only will they finally be silenced, but I like the peace I taste in omelettes made from morning dove eggs.
The way ice won't melt when your tongue is speaking deadly ramifications for the rest of your head, this is the flush of now that hits you once but takes forever.
It's occurred to me that I've never had major surgery; and with that in mind, I have a year-end wish:
Dear Chaka Khan,
If I ever need surgery, please let it be voluntary and involve the word "bionics."
Yours,
TMan