from the computer
i can see my tim fortune painting
the one that is like the one
that was stolen from the landing
of the land of take downs
a territory that now expands
to the bricks of the balcony
of the hotel
everyone should know
how beautiful you are
under the big dipper and
it is always big dipper time
somewhere
just as it is always ubu time
somewhere
just as i always want to kiss you
i barter in words
but i will sell out
for your lips
and the moment
where my thumb touches
the stays of your bra
take me down sweetie
down the road of pleasure
that starts with your smile
and ends at the north star