PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

the smoke was currling in my head

and the thought came upon me

what if that J and that C

made a fourth with me?

where and who would i be?

how would i ever arrive?

i'd sell my body to 57 men if they'd take it

hell- i'd even sky dive

i couldn't stop myself

and really, what could?

for the lights, camera, action and stage

are all made from a varied of wood

would you?

would i?

would we?

oh the leash is breaking it think

i can't hold it nomore

my imagination must run wild and free

childlike as  can be

just you me, and us three

seeing Julie and Carol: Together AGAIN(!)