Rotten apples ain't no ipod, with bleach.

Things swirl and twist whilst you look through the thinking glass
but you know they are straight.
or at least they were straight when you last took a peek.
when you dared to take a peek.

and.. no. i ain't referring to strings and shoelaces.
though they are pretty twisty. in a way.
but not as twisted as you sir. no sirree.
nobody twists the straw the way you do.

the way home is pretty idyllic nowadays.
stop by 7 eleven's and subs gets a tuborg.
he drinks and i fret about cops thinking about doughnuts.
doughs. yum.
Kick back and take in the highway spirit.
feel the air beat against the screen and watch the pelicans hit the driveway.
with a briefcase. of course.

nothing beats having your hand in mine.
nothing.
i'm. your. keeper. =)