qweds

I wish I was an old lady,
I would know all about pricks,
and their growth.

A multitude of cacti
zombies in the urban desert,
cacti in trucks and on foot,
cacti pedaling hard
push thrust push.

Springing and wilting,
thirsting and drowning.

Of course, then wells would be a wonder,
coaxed (somehow) into dribbling,
then unleashed
and torrents and flashes.

When I am an old lady
I will wear orange sneakers,
converse,
all stars, and
jive talking
I will drive for miles (blin
king)
      left
eventually, oh

my.

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tim(mah)