smallest beans
cycle in my pocket,
virtually, indescribable in ink,
well , fantastic rates though
broken glass slow
I am waiting all night.
I am waiting all day.
I am going to be waiting till the cows
up and parade down the smelly streets
an army of porcupines chomping the porcaline
reactors of the drafty civilization.
for some reason that might not be too far fetched!