A Poem Written on the Moon

[WolfLarsen]

A Poem Written on the Moon
by Wolf Larsen

The highway jumps into your nose
the sky says hello
the computer is frying on the stove
your brains are drooling out of your head and creating fantastic landscapes all around you
your own voice sounds like somebody else’s
your fingers talk to you in erotic sounds
eyeballs whisper to you everywhere

Copyright 2015 by Wolf Larsen

[YesNo]

My computer started frying last week. I probably shouldn't go into what my fingers are capable of.

[ennison]

Whispering eyeballs! Great whispering eyeballs!! What are they saying? Listen man look at me! Probably they just make a humming muttery sort of sound. Vaguely wet and slithery like slithey toves or coves on stoves.

[YesNo]

Between my drooling brain and whispering eyeballs I decided to get a new computer. Solve the easy problem first.

[tailor STATELY]

I enjoyed this offering.

Shades of the Merry Pranksters.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY