A lizard
lurches forward
In Savannah
Mr.Grey on its brain
Snapping prey abruptly
With its tongue
Its mother, its sister
Cold Blooded, Insane
Mr. Grey is lost in lofty visions
peace, harmony and good will to all
A regular Buddha in the mist
or so he deludes himself for fear
of losing his teflon hue
Forgetting his little chauffeur
the 'simple' driver's dirty tricks
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hauntingly foreboding. got my juices flowing... . . ... .... . . .. . . best care, sjg