pickles in a row

shake hands.
smile.
rinse the cabbage with icy water.
repeat with carrots.

hands are shaky whilst listing the ideas down,
partly from lack of use,
also from losing the knowledge of things once capable within,
this ten fingers and two palms.
you will know it when the wheel is all scratched up from keys and fingernails.

you know you can be a one minute wonder when the red lights die,
drop down between the hollowed street and the green fuzzy grass and look,
look down the treads of the big round tree.
if i listen closely enough,
would i dug deep enough,
would everyone come a running?
maybe.

dave don't kill me.

hello.
hello.
hello.
hey.
ilysm. =)