the peas of her puzzle bright

by jotadavida

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-09-08 09:24:00

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I ate the prunes
me and Gregory laughed
eyestared the wine and dashed
but not before
Cecil cried out
UNFAIR UNFAIR
YOU MONKS
hey whose hair is that
tangled in our pasta forks
us sunset diners

wasn’t me
my hair’s
not black