The tale of a cage free bird
Please excuse; my Satoori.
Its’ uncontrollable tongue is in my mouth
it continues to blurt out sounds and accents of barbaric fish flapping around the country side shore.
I can switch, I can tame it!
The Very Thought of You
wafting out of your Camry’s
air-conditioner. You say you’ve
heard it: it’s Nat King Cole, right?
Let’s fall in love.
He says he doesn’t know how to swim. But baby, I’ll teach you.
Bring your swim suit.
We’ll dive right in, I’ll show you the waves.
Am I your birdie?
I don’t know what to do with the love
that I have for you.
Maybe this trance is suited for a moment
Thinking of how every moment with you is a childish wave.