Wrinkles

I have a wrinkle on my head
And wrinkles in my bed
From where your body lingered
I try to iron those wrinkles out
To make them smooth as grout
You spread with index finger

In my wrinkles are things you can't explain
Like the wrinkles, the wrinkles in my brain
In my wrinkles are things you cannot see
Like the wrinkles in my reality

Pondering the wrinkles on my thumb
Reflecting on the time
And space continuum
Universes do exist
And that's where I will find
The windmill for my grist

In my wrinkles are things you cannot find
Like the wrinkles, the wrinkles in my mind
In my wrinkles are things you cannot see
Like the wrinkles in my reality

The wrinkles are a crinkle but they're kind
Of a tasty periwinkle
On the beaches of my mind
I would say that wrinkles make you wise
But can you see the wrinkle
In the twinkle of my eye?



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Writer(s): David Mackey
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