In the middle of the forest dark and dreary full of fog and dragon fury
I stood with a sword and slayed the beast within my heart
only to find myself woke and bleeding inside a wolf
I dreamed of tenderness and goo
Played my wheel of fortune and came through
the other side of the needle
is as round as the bottom is sharp
is there any more sense in having a needle
as in having a sword
I wonder
with my thumbs
I wander
too sometimes.
