the Bottom Bell

And because your private fantasy is that of the ancient man that longs the lips of a new girl, she said:

"When the ripeness is warm and dull: that's when you know the children are hiding.
Open the lava faucet it's alright to let the drops hit the pavement."

You said: "it aches the bottom bell and I don't find the sanity in it"

I clearly knew. I knew mate.
I couldn't trust the drawings.


Hands of vanilla
and a sky holding the sunburst


The faucet is broken

but she said "trust the faucet"

So you burst out and did it

And what a blast she had.