Wondertramp

Helen, will you come to me or go to sleep?

Don’t you know my love runs fishbowl deep?

Back in the saddle with the spaceman flannel.

You can stop or rewind, but you can’t change the channel.

Ears are covered up in the Percocets.

Legs are running out in the black fishnets.

You’re always dizzied up in the blue boy dream.

I want to pack you in with the bacon scene.

The earth is tilted left in a vacant lean

Yet always here and there like a jumping bean.

In the loneliest nights you remain the victor.

On the back of my head I retrace your picture.

Still remember the time I could taste your nectar,

But that was in space in a different vector.

I could Hannibal Lecture every odious mission.

Cause volcanoes inside if it would get you to listen.

Where went the girl who could handle my vision

With a bit of noir and percentage commission?

Helen, will you come to me or go to sleep?

Don’t you know the love I keep runs fishbowl deep?

She’s got the shampoo eyes and the two tone skin

A champagne smile or a bacon grin

I need to make it gin when I buy her a drink

In her deep thoughts I could swim or sink

She could click my link, begin to browse my head

Look up every thought just like the World Wide Web

And when I go to bed she’ll be in my dreams

Stalking me like a magazine

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[Robbie~xoxo~]

This was a captivating read...Sheer entertainment. For some reason, it made me smile... "a bacon grin" :)