ANYTHING BUT SNOWPHISH

I should have married her when I had the chance.

I could have lived with her forever in the garden of earthly delights.

If she were mine, my world would smell like those mysterious herbs

from those shampoo factories.

I would have been so happy with her.

And those freshly picked wildflowers

that smile and love.

Right now I am having a beautiful thought.

And her name was Feather.

Or Windsong.

I forget.

Time flies.

Dig the butterfly with lips like daisies.

Right now I am having a beautiful thought again.

Willow, maybe? No.

Cassiopia? Maybe.

I know! Shamica Sativa. Man,

I...I...I...I blew it.

But that’s cool too. Still,

I would have let her brush my hair until I was bald.