lapping your lower lip brings
overwhelming joy to me...
With sandals and beards
the Mozart lovers huddle...
Realisation
of how much weight I had lost...
Box
no locks...
I've been creeping round now for some time
I'm sorry that I lied...
Multi-coloured whirlygigs
and dangling DVD mobiles...
Taste of moss,
Green as if gone wrong...
The wise old owl
doesn't give a hoot...
What a cat like day
To lazily lay around...
I am from the faucet
From the Aquafina and Dasani...
An actor delivering
his lines...
Hey Little mice, wrap yourselves up warm
come to my house and be safe from the storm...