her pink polka-dotted p.j.'s
fall to the floor,
substituted by the cutest
pink shorts and white top,
suitable for tennis,
or initiatin' intervening dreams

this pinkberry madness,
a communicable disease,
for sure enough,
my manly fingers somehow,
turning pink as well

Imagine that

called the doctor,
doc, what's the cure for this madness?

doc said,
get plenty of bed rest,
you've been exercising that poetic urge
way too much

so shifted my head
to her side of the bed,
where those pink polka-dotted p.j.'s
happen to be still sleeping,

and said,
doc,
your advice is truly inspiring!


8:20am