Thursday, July 18, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Flash of the eyes
I was entrenched:
a pool of dirty laundry,
the system
seemed to take
a turn for the worse—the shit was filtering through the
fan.
I noticed the exit-
a far cry from those
velvet red clay Georgia
roads
I use to leave contrails on,
and now I recount
my experiences with the Nunnehi
as I evoked the little green fairy from Switzerland.
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