there ain't no other place like you to roam.
where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!"
Dancing in the warbling "cryk" out back-
way out back behind the shanty shack-
and in that shadow grove they danced with me,
the muses -I counted three.
First buzzed revenge, a stinger she left in my side
and then windy rebellion my blue ears she did chide
and then fluttering slowly growth she finally came
and asserted that all three are one in the same.
Tickle your toes. . .
where are my garden gloves to weed out your evils? where are my rubber gloves to scrub off your stupid? where are my surgical gloves to cut ...
"do not argue. please stay silent. smile and nod. remember etiquette first. do not speak. unless spoken to. no opinions please." y...
I swing in a mini skirt and pill box hat, cat-eyes and pompadour hair, wild in my Stiletto-heeled shoes- and I skulk in a monk dress with th...