Wednesday, May 18

writing under the influence

of toasted cheese and redhook


for sleep, I find
the never-winds grind
lost and refused
loose, while reused,
proves that dill shoes
- When of great, grand
foreign minds -
sprout dreams in early morning .

1 comment:

A.Ho said...


prempting criticism:

I wrote it.
It's mine.
Fuck off.