brimming
weighty
ablaze
aglow
tulips
sutures
slaps
and slams
do we chalk-one-up
ante up
apprehend
gander
auscultate
do we obtain our refrain that
spurts out in the rain
yes we do
you bet
happens every day
like a taffy-pull on fire
shinning
right out of the pot of cool
do you see the crab
or the hangings split and drab
yea
you do
we do
we woke up!
soon
there will be sun
and the son
and the children of the star
and no they are not far
close
rumblings of a GTO
zoom zoom
zooming from within
a great ballooning
heart’s
of grace
woman of
our face
she’ll take you
she’ll make you
anyway she wants
buckle-up dear child
buckle-up
gonna be a day
a day
fat cats fed and
eating more
it’s time to light the storm
and blow-away
away
away
away
– gishi bian
25 november 2015
5:38 am mst usa
Misa 10 am
day for thanking mr maker
mr doer
mr kind
dinner 2 pm
Enrique y yo
all-on doc Joe
best place in town
(the good-doc, slipped us
a C-note)
think twice
ya gotta whine
ya gotta smile
either one is good!
o
avoid the temptation to
gormandize today
Thanksgiving!
