The Sun Sets

Waves crashing on the beach.

I feel peachy to know

The secret inside your mind.

I don’t mean to hide.

I just want an honest answer.

Do you prefer

Grilled or fried?

I’m not too picky.

I like both.

I haven’t smoked

In a month.

Terrible habit, it is.

The sun is setting

In the purple sky.

One last glimpse

And then it’s gone.


Skip dry help nip tantrum sneaky bunt

Orb silenced gall banter hallway envious

Plutonium cookie sneeze electricity boat

Hangers crunch smooth tooth mood up

Sinking slick tape sticker ensue tribe not