Saturday, December 13, 2014

That's the way the heart is and



That's the way the heart is and
always has been since the first
one began it's beat generation

I froze my tits waiting for the
bus to take my parrot to your bird
house but my ego caught fire
and i doused it with Tennessee
bourbon. You may have noticed

how the following day I lead the
choir in song for all the mountains
to witness in sweet repose, but
it became clear once we broke for
lunch that the neither became fraught

with molecules of red. I do so
admire a good conversation but
these socks are too much for
me to understand.













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