wherewithal for your thoughts make
that two bartender music man
her fists were cumulus clouds
...
with the fuzzy edges of her floating
down to the smooth riverside boulders
with all those pebbles in her pockets
drifting without bizarre hesitation
...
it screamed through trees
while they giggled and
gulped beer eager for the
wreck of 1891
...
I Wish I Had Been A Cobbler
wherewithal for your thoughts make
that two bartender music man
her fists were cumulus clouds
attached to slender wrists and
one grabbed my crotch I
blinked into ceiling fan eyes
agitating it like a Maytag washing
machine under there where they
stick the gum I thought of Norman
Bates while Lynyrd Skynyrd did
pushups around my head and
she even did the air guitar move
afterward as sweat bubbled
out onto my clammy forehead
Such a moment to remember Prof, scene vividly captured...... keep it up!