Open mic You don’t know what you’ll get You don’t know if you’ll like it but you know you’ll appreciate the courage and effort You just might be surprised by wonderful talent and enjoy your life
Your affection is an African sand boa all shiny an iridescent but I am not a dormouse for you to constrict and consume just to shit what you can’t
Jenny Sun The brittle rattle of your voice as your wisdom mists over me Your azure eyes are older than your natural years You have always been to me as the sweetly aromatic alyssum everywhere there should be beauty