melons

On a funky punk rock beat

Hmmm

Hmmmm

Cordial rivals of mine

Arriving on time for

Highscores

However melons get devoured to rind, encore

Red crayon spiders in my mind demand more

Advance forward

And yet always lag behind

Lay supine

She request gray goose with lime

I'm on tap water

A veteran draft-dodger

I sip her, she swig mine

Three-six-nine

The parlay hit just in time

Cider house rules

I'm in the pub with a Halligan tool

Gigglesmithing

Time's ripples twisting and it shows

In my field of vision

I often feel I have pieces missing

I often feel I have pieces missing