Life: Here & Now II

there's nothing sentimental in what I have to say it's just the feeling that I get every day when she's near me can you hear me? there's just a phrase running through my mind you know i'm not really the word-man kind listen to me and you'll see there's something essential always gettin in the way and keeps the words from coming into play but i'll try now: she is wowie-kazowie This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

lemon blonde, green-eyed kiwi upon my lips strawberry red, cheeks caressed by milky pale savoring each fruit-bejeweled sip in delight my smoothie will not fail energizing in the morning cooling in the depth of night brain-restarting throughout the day nothing, no one, but my smoothie does me quite this way. so so cooool, so satisfying a sure friend for all times restoring all the energies I need and a kindness undeserved -- i love my smoothie; what a treat!

in my hands you become quite obnoxious twisting this way and that until my partner becomes quite nauseous and barfs in his Tiger Woods hat as big as you are, one would think that with ease i could introduce you to a small dimpled ball and you'd make the contact and instantly seize opportunity, and answer the noble call then you do it. with four hundred ten cc you chunk, and skull, and you dink then, hell-bent on making a fool out of me, you send my brand new Nike into the drink!