Moon stars radial bars

Just a tadpole being creative in the summertime

Lost the hole where I stored the dough, the stash is empty as the creek running through my disheveled mind

Kept running, didn’t see the road signs on the side

Now I am lost and the tadpole swims through to the other world

All carnations stave off the tide, but only one at a time

So grow grow them and see how many waves we can still

The sense that semblance to a cause would fit the prisoner is a ruse unwise

But is not love unwise?