Please attend my hurricane party,
it’s great because the storm
is me and my wild imagination…
Poem
his name was joe
he held open the door for me…
i found this function on my phone
which makes the pictures all grey and old fashioned looking…
for real though
all yall on board with headbands
including them ones which look like a ribbon…
Do you ever
feel the cold,
that not even blankets
your gran knitted…
I don’t have a big head,
at least I don’t think so,
mostly because my thoughts
are too big for the space…
cmon weather lady
ive been waiting years
for you to tell it like it is…
When you must
be polite,
or mind your manners,
or some such societal…
It doesn’t have to be real, or anything all that new, it could be one you steal, and […]
Floating down the stones,
to crash onto river below,
where the fish swim…
