a fine waitress you are
bringing me my drink
I think
you are the type that
would rather look great
in a mink
then accept a drink
from me

do i look like
a snob

mocking your job

one of those things
I reject
I am not

one who admits it

lifts

fit

arms up

Did and Didn't

see these hands

no ring

these eyebrows have
shifted

white dots

Snake eyes

vibrant red
nice round dice

Come walk with me
on the moon

over here

embark as we
pinch the Earth

lauging at all
of it's life
and the people

screened as a WHOLE

lets count on the WORLD
uncover where that water
grows

as it shrinks

melt what snow
waters us down

twenty-twelve

panic and fear
in the eyes of
the waitress

amused with my nonsense

intoxicated gibberish

melt what snow
waters us down

great lines- great poem

(((d4tc)))

SURE, it works