April Fools, but I’m April Cool. Like a Fresh breeze that makes Aphrodite drool. Like the fabric of the universe unwound from the spool. Like I’m asleep on the floor of a money pool.
Super Mario ate a toadstool and got bigger–Never eat onions and liver.
I write without ever sheathing the quill in a quiver. I stand and deliver ; a real giver
On a vacay without ever being a tripper. I pray for Jack the Ripper..
Maybe he is in heaven on a real bender. Maybe Mimmy Hendrix was Assassinated by Fender…
What if I don’t want to put any greens in my blender…? What if I don’t own a blender?
I’m Burning up like Addis Abbas in December. Dismembered my astral body and sent out the fragments through text–but it was return to sender.
Never surrender
A real contender
In the real world –all we are are pretenders.- Xistsinz