Ronnie

Your face set like stone, not like this on ecstasy, tell me all you know, chipped away by time, the daily useless commentary, a life combined with mine, half gashed without shaving foam, when life hangs me, I’ll stretch out alone, on Sunday's drink wine, until the time I freeze, when your turbulent mind, strums tunes on a tooth comb, dances inside me, smells like a new born, your house on the shore line, the bottom of a road, will you smell the Limes, as my body loudly groans, act care free, make appeals on the ‘phone, watch morning TV ?