Typewriter Key

Clickity clack
my head is in my hat
while my eyes rest comfortably
on your hands.

You are interestingly active
never less than kinetic,
spatially inclined.

I try to peer into your brain
but, this is just impossible,
as you are so often muted
in both sound and manner.

Clickity clack
my conscience is compact.
Stuffed into pigeonholes
Of acceptance.

I trust in the written word,
though, often seem absurd
or lacking in some small gesture.

Clickety clack,
lets make this a pact.
I will accept a sticky Kea,
If you accept my mutter.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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