winnipeg drunkeness styles
tantric yoga
its too early to die
i heard the dj spin
and i am grinning
and crying as i walk home
laughing at the bunnies
hopping in the grass
how sassy
that buddy stole my bicycle
now I have to walk
to my tombstone
I swear Im not a sissy
can I have your number?
my kitty is ripping up paper
because that's how she expresses
herself
my imaginary girlfriend
is licking my ear and
lighting my cigarette
as I am dying
without you
how awkward
can I come on your face
book?
god is a girl
can I come over?
to your place?
the police cars were there
someone got shot
so I had to take a detour
wesnesday night in the city
oh ya, look at me!
riding the winnipegasus
into hangover-ville
shangri-la!
timbuktoo!
Thursday, August 16, 2007
excellent sad poetry styles
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4 comments:
You're outrageous!
There's a TO reunion in early September, can you make it?
one more reason not to join face
book.
:)
very powerful imagery, and saying the things most of us wouldn't/can't...which is what a writer is supposed to do I guess.
excellent sad poetry styles.
my bike SEAT was stolen tonight.
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