Sunflower Patch Dew Citizen
Are them tears tears of joy or woe, do they drain the old dirty oil do
they feed the fire that keeps the underside of the tongue heated at a constant
98 degrees. Are those droplets perspiration, brought on by heavy thought
or is it dew?--It's dew! And may this citizen be officially pronounced
unique for standing rigid straight overnight at the lip of the sunflower
patch, blending in with oblivion to witness how the diamond droplets form
on not all but only on certain rows of seeds in the sunflower's belly.
May it be heard, remembered, and snickered over by them walking by on their
way to work casting a quick glance at sunflower patch dew citizen, who
is now curled up in a fetal ball on the ground crying and shivering the
good shiver because every cell in the shell has just recently become aware
that it just experienced the almighty.
CRAZY
FUN GIRLFRIEND