You call me on your CORAL PHONE
Fingers grip a SHOCK of STONE
You tell me that you want to roam
I tell you that I want a home
In this WORLD we are alone
Atop my STOVE there is a scone
Got my brew, I'll sip the foam
You even took my garden gnome
Author's Note
On the ground I dropped my comb /
Lost in lots of styrofoam /
Hair a mess, my face not shown /
My day today's a bit unknown
/ ⊡ /
Boots drop heavy in the loam /
Rosy sunset turns to gloam /
Crickets like a metronome /
I never got my honeycomb
/ ⊡ /
Pulsing beats turn to drone /
Wind is chilly to the bone /
Beyond that place there is a zone /
With a whiff of sweet dijon