a study toward sonnet #1,255 by FisherKingKQJ
You know that phoning is my nervous feat,
Such love is but frivolously founded,
Little more than looks and gestures bounded,
And your niceness nuanced might yet unseat.
Such wishful thinking this, that we'd go eat
At your cafe, which I'd quietly sounded,
We'd go pace a beach by breakers pounded,
We'd go cruise dipping farm roads fanned by wheat.
Or catch low humming from a hobby hive,
Or catch dead actors on the stretcher screen,
Or catch that pub band in a pothole dive,
Or catch zoo gorillas in their gang preen.
As you see, I'd just watch you breathe and blink,
Whatever, if our hands might loving link.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 blink
o $10,000,000 flicker
o $10,000,000 vacillate
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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