making of sometimes

Sometimes, the tip of the day is
not to wink at the nun
Sometimes, the drink of the hour is
green ivory-poison
Sometimes, the season is
to make love for no sauce
Sometimes, the horoscope reads
forgive the tasteless whore's horse
Sometimes, the grizzly bear shouts
"Goldilocks is mine"
Sometimes, the tear rolls down
the blind witch's eyes
Sometimes, the feet
make way for the quick sand, surely so
Sometimes, a million whispers is
just the war you want
Sometimes, the yellow pencil writes
lead and white
Sometimes, a small dick makes sound
louder than a monster's erectile