hellyeah...
I'll jump in the back of your pickup....
... slide across those bedbumps....
lick the wind
with a tongue
blown...fluttering
curly
rippled
undulating
rhythmically
like a soft pink
potato chip...got some? got some?
got some?
goggles? ...I don't want no.............you know....
oh,
you'll wear 'em too.... and that's a collar around your neck....?
and what's that on your finger? shiny....hard....does it hurt?
sure...I'll sing with you.....dance, too.....
what's that? ...a 'kissin' contest'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem