My poem looks like half a bottle if you use your imagination.
The ancestors dance
lazy circles in midair
optimizing spirals of dizzying smallness.
Two cats lounge on railings
lazy circles in midair
optimizing spirals of dizzying smallness.
Two cats lounge on railings
contentment personified
as birds sing from the trees to taunt
and entertain.
Chef Lynn on Restaurant Makeover...
Oh my.
What a hot broad.
as birds sing from the trees to taunt
and entertain.
Chef Lynn on Restaurant Makeover...
Oh my.
What a hot broad.
Oh yeah, my poem...
Lazy ancestors triangulate
as the Esquimalt sun sets
and another big fucking cruise ship
moves in.
Not a cloud in the sky.
Toasting my hardworking hubby
Lazy ancestors triangulate
as the Esquimalt sun sets
and another big fucking cruise ship
moves in.
Not a cloud in the sky.
Toasting my hardworking hubby
who is far away for a longish time,
with wine he made us
with his own two hands.
Like the blood of someone else
I sip the blackberry luxury
and feel the love.
with wine he made us
with his own two hands.
Like the blood of someone else
I sip the blackberry luxury
and feel the love.
Sending some of the love to Haiti,
To New Jersey, to the interior...
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