Baby girl gone barefoot in the jungle
Big bugs land to suck blood
The strength of ancients crumbles with the dust
I laugh in consideration of modern
rituals
I shrink in a comfort zone
And knowing how he would shrug,
thinking it all a waste and a pushing of a stone wheel up a hill
The only funny thing I see is me here
And it makes me smile to know we create this life for little ones and I just filled my gas tank to the brim
And you might think it's all literal
And surely, it might be, but for the grace of a clod
Mama's wheel exploring
White washed wagon
Beat down by the sun
Baby's standing at the counter
Wondering how to stir in mama's eyes
Mama has a mind on rocks and metals,
But the warm wind washes through
Her business casual and a passing cart
Pulls all attention
I'm here in Hollywood with your autographed throw pillow. Since I love to travel in my birth control boobs. Could be a real A cup, but now with Edgy meets Classy, my lovelies and my Chewbacca faux fur jacket. In Karmic Distraction, I will be your real estate goose, pouring out Victorian pink icing, if you will please lick my fingers while wearing 3D Xray Specs and see that I lie inside my solar pools.
Elite tea in a porcelain cup.
A trio of Wu Long.
High altitude species.
High mountain devotees.
Moderately roasted.
Chinese botanical names.
Seeds, herb, and powder.
Heirloom cone-bearing shrub.
Cultivated, inconspicuous, discover life.