Tuesday, December 07, 2004

 

Another poem for a tuesday

My bus is late
The bus driver is hot
His bright smile
and beautiful forearms
are delicious.
His sideburns are very distracting

But then my mind starts to wander
... and then run
I'm scared of Quantum Mechanics
I don't want there to be parallel
alternate
universes

Suppose something goes wrong
and things get entwined
I don't want to meet
Doppellganger
Bizarro
me

# posted by g-town audreys @ 3:09 PM
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