a pictureless post.

upon the breaking of dawn.
...latelate dawn.
shall i pull my sorry little limp body out of bed.
so that i can perhaps get a little cleaner in a shower
and get dirty all over again in this humid weather.
a little bus ride down, a kimmy hops on.and a long bus ride,
im sure with a very chatty conversation with kimmy lovee
all the way to a bustling place called town. and there we may
perhaps either be early(very likely), on-time(most possible)
or late. (hardly likely) to meet the other lovers hilda,liz and bet
for our journey to the land of the pocket burners.

Next, a long journey of treasure hunt,
after a flurry of buses to a farfar away place.
where perhaps we might find our happy little wallets
feeling oh-so-ungay with the many satisfying cheap buys
that would perhaps come up to even more expenditure than we'd like.

Well, the clock has struck .. Late.
and my im-still-young-but-im-already-wrinkled eyes
are not even drooping.
so i find myself having to force myself to sleep.
Perhaps i might decide to use a little snip off some
sticky scotch tape and plaster my
eyelids down to my eyebags for a bit.

and so i bid goodbye to whoever has read this and i ask
for ye forgiveness for the spastic attempt at being creative at this
semi-not-really-ungodly-hour-since-its-the-holidays.
flying off to sleep i shall go.
and maybe sheeps over fences may be my friends.