Brown-Eyed Girl- they say she is the weakest link gone and sprung amuck through clouded fields of poppy seeds and cottony ******. they say she is a sprain of chortling pain in the dumpling maker's yeasting wrist.
brown-eyed girl seeing powdered blues of glass-stained eyes, he wore a plaid shirt, nip-and-tucked, rat-a-tat-tat, and a silly looking bow-tie slopped slightly off-kilter and to the right, a frenchie little pear of a man. he said he liked her- tie-dye thighs. she said, he said, she liked his dumpling hands - and flakey chest.
they say she is that button-down clad- sunflowers-printed kind-of, sad. memories tainted, she said, he said, she's the kind of girl you've got to love every night, my kind of a woman. my salted oils, fried and phat- brown-eyed girl.