January 19, 2007
Really Bad Poetry (Death Doesn’t Mix With Drink)
this day is a rusty metal piece
scraps of paint peeling
lean into a bridge, tongue-tied
oh! to get drunk with death just once,
to steal his cane and push him
down some slippery stairs.
kristiina said,
May 31, 2007 at 9:49 pm
note to self: rewrite the first line(s) of this.
:)