hamburger blankets
by mtmynd
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-10-11 08:30:00
open the bottle
pour out the jack
jim has gone empty
there’s no turnin back
rummage the memory
theres sure to be one
that sings of heartaches
or just fucking fun
idleness brings death
with all energy gone
while in desperation
i sing myself a song
in tune or tune out
what does it matter
pass me joint and
i’ll be your mad hatter
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cecil, putting a fine reputation at stake