Joolz

Something in me stirred and only shook me awake when I got home that I miss you from nowhere you came, from my heart you have flown. Over distant realms, petals, planes, and bottle shells. Perfect punctuation and petals and pubs and please no alliteration. Tears and spilt remains serpents rise and win again. Booze seeks no gain mystery wretches at lifes most beautiful deadline reversed ragtime burst whisper vanilla handkerchiefs and lots of vinegar. My weary shell, I dont farewell. Miss a Mrs. a bit of cheek and home by midnight not wasted, not tasted, not hasted, not tasted. Just miss you, Ms. Priory Gates.