Monday, February 7, 2011

Long nights, Hard to sleep.

My arms are like ages.

My legs a windowsill.


Tim Tom Tommy

Tim Tom Tommy

Tom, Tommy too.

Timmy, Tommy too.


Flowers gone out back,

Take out the trash

Fake up the break up


Kid fills cats belly faster than


Delicious

Delusively

Frequently fluent, yet frankly alone.


Jarek brings the magic brew.

Sitting on the old oak shelf,

Pine maple green.

Invisibly hidden, always seen.

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