the coconut split open
and what a wave of happiness
jump the sharp flick of a mighty fine wine date
and I can't get enough of the rough tough masquerade ball.

finish in the day like a monkey pressing keys
on an old inky-hunky-junky split-second ratta-tat-tatting
type o' writer.
zip up the keys in your underwear
and head to the car that's gonna carry you home,
swing low?
muffins muffins,
bad carbohydration,
but ya gotta keep your fluids going
so you drink more flavored water
because it doesn't taste as bad as the real stuff,
nine-to-five-to-five-to-five-to-five
and suddenly saturday's the new monday.

take a break and wisk your day into a frothy foam
bake it for five minutes in three hundred and seventy-five degrees
(Fahrenheit)
and watch it rise and fall the way the cat does when it's stretching
before and after a nap.

07/13/2007

Posted on 07/13/2007
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