a slip upon my tongue

so often a smile misses my lips 

a slap to my face to awake
the dead or to let them rest as they should
to deep

for mister fix it must

as a leaf drop upon the little sweetheart of a rose
 
yet its seems like life is perfect
to a perfection of daily worship
times by five or more 

who am I
to say
what I say

or do or dont walk the dog
or give a bone to satisfied
the needs ever so wanting
to a pleasure minute ....

as time trickles in this 
wow

this is going to end 
time to sip my coffee

and listen to another verse
of verses
or a crow in the distance crowing ...

it's time
To settles the moods as
this of this
on a
twisted mouth
spitting words....

Oops  now a Sip upon my tongue.