or whatever is the closest
bowl of mush you can find.
Tongue the tiny grounds
of hominy...buttered and
warm,
and when you finish
wipe off your slobber
from the side of the bowl.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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This blog is simply a random mess of my journal, rants, poetry, personal thoughts and things I like...and unless noted, all my original writing (no copy without permission, s'il vous plait). I changed the name to Lost Kite from honkycackle because these days I feel more like the former than the latter. Picture- Lost Kite by ~Kvaga at deviantART
5 comments:
must be hypnotizing, cause i am doing that now
ride it out, babe; it's all going to be better.
thanks Jack...I appreciate it...
Ha! Almost a zen koan.
Nice.
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