Without a doubt.
There is nothing left to feel.
The crisp penetration cross.
Lights ice cream salesman
slipping out to lunch.
Your cave has to be demolished
they are relocating it.
A tiny trumpet, nursery rhymes.
It’s way down a shady suburban street
as genetic engineers seek.
To widen the Blackwell tunnel
For the great leather back turtle.
Without a doubt.
There is nothing left to feel.
A 99 Mister
Flake soft focus
Love is an obsession.
For those beginning to feel it.
Chocolate slides against iced water.
A red syrup
runs down your face.
Without a doubt
There is nothing left to feel
Choose a sticker or emoticon
There is nothing left to feel.
The crisp penetration cross.
Lights ice cream salesman
slipping out to lunch.
Your cave has to be demolished
they are relocating it.
A tiny trumpet, nursery rhymes.
It’s way down a shady suburban street
as genetic engineers seek.
To widen the Blackwell tunnel
For the great leather back turtle.
Without a doubt.
There is nothing left to feel.
A 99 Mister
Flake soft focus
Love is an obsession.
For those beginning to feel it.
Chocolate slides against iced water.
A red syrup
runs down your face.
Without a doubt
There is nothing left to feel
Choose a sticker or emoticon
.
.
.
Stephen Summers
Pic: Nick Victor