I shat a sunset when she puckered a moo.
Why was I so lucky? Lips out of the blue.
Flattened on the horizon when I entered boo
Climaxed then reappeared in another stew.
Passing a jungle camouflaged.
Her by my side we were a mirage.
Whenever attacked we blended in
Nothing to lose. Everything to win.
For we were great microbes not governed by sin.
Just there to combine, multiply and begin
new colonies of smiles all over and in.
And as we spread wide it was win win win
until meeting up with a barber’s pole
there in the wilderness extremely bold,
repeating to us, “You can’t go on
unless you become clipt by the fold.”
A barbershop pole covering the divide
Climbing up endlessly with my jungle bride.
We could see beyond the ocean’s tracks
I’m not here to square the circle but rats.
So I grabbed a rat and fashioned it
to nibble about without respite.
Molding teeth to make it stronger.
Now the pole grew and seemed longer.
Projecting me into the sky
Lady Bee kept stinging.
I went along but seldom asked why
Would you if she kept you dreaming?