Sunday, July 16, 2006

handlebar sideburns

Handlebar sideburns
I don't understand you
What's your purpose?
Where is your destination?
Why are you here?

You creep down his ear
and tickle along those pale cheeks
Your travels are infinite
from the tallest mountain top
To the lowest plains

You'll never leave his side
a constant in our lives
Handlebar sideburns
You bother me
But it seems you're here to stay