An Ode to Your Birthday...

the following was created using a random poem generator and words I associate with Naomi

brilliantly i have never run, very beyond
any girl, your genius has their thoughtful minds:
in your most spazy tooth brush are things which drive me,
of which i cannot share because they are too super

your tangled look recklessly will unbeat me
though i have wrestled myself as a child at naptime,
you punch always night by night myself as forests shake
(giving aimlessly, impulsivley) her spirited dance

or if your nose be to stand by me, i and
my earth will think very consideratley, strangely,
as when the lover of this girl breathes
the hottie abruptly everywhere crying;

nothing which we are to laugh in this nerd smile
the babe of your logical cat: whose jeep
dreampt with me the brain of its book,
loving space and leaves with each listening beat

(i do not admire what it is about you that lives
and dances; only something in me writes
the guitar of your genius is more beautiful than all forests)
music, not even of the heart, has such amazing starlight