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Saturday, July 30, 2011

Started around Four Thirty

I feel like a beat up old crone
in a bodybag

in a town where you're egged for
having purple trim

for wearing new sport boots and
a pink scarf

gimp-armed goblin tombstone robbers
wandering about

there's a cyclone in Burma, cats
in the dragon pot

this kind of weather makes me
feel alive


2011

1 comment:

  1. I laughed out loud to this one, then read it again. Lovely stuff, this.

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