Red Light Green Light

Pirates Gabbing

Mars for Lars
Tarry for Mary.

Nothing left to spin 
sorrow or a sin.

Everyone was curious
about blimpy and whimpy
appearing hover night.

Monkey sunkey 
the Jungle Road junk key,

She could hear him 
she could hear him

In oil spots on the floor,
nothing beats parking.

I’m sure I’m around here 
somewhere.

The book is in front of the table.
The balloons, still up for debate.
The complicated, did a burlesque dance.

Days in days out 
years in years out

Ever since zealots zombies 
procurantes diletantes
first invaded.

Never underestimate  
willingness of stairs
to throw the question up 
into the air. 

And red light green light. 
All the way, there.

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