I want to be like my cat
a careless walk after the rain
in a drawer out of aggravating matters
a nefarious employee of a civil couchette
trying to see the spire
on Antifont's bed
that constantly expands
meaning of life?
or easy poetry?
(for all the drug addicted poets)
Monday, February 8, 2010
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