Thursday, December 18, 2014

The laser pulses in ps, picoseconds
She told me.  Do you know
How long that is?
I told her
It is the distance it
Takes for two
Come for soy in their espresso
To walk and talk
In a paradise lost
And for him to
Regard a twirl of a curl
In a mane of awesomeness
Belonging to a girl
Truly fair enough for
Regarding
In pulses of ps, precious seconds
Worth an eternity of sleep