The cruise line veeres off-course
to a land of broken
lobes.
I swim in hairy juice,
peppered with blue sprinkles,
alone.
Later, I forgot to
buy eggs. Write a list next
time.
A trumpet player burps,
we laugh and blow our tears.
There is no moon tonight.
There is no moon tonight.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
The cruise line veeres off-course
to a land of broken
lobes.
I swim in hairy juice,
peppered with blue sprinkles,
alone.
Later, I forgot to
buy eggs. Write a list next
time.
A trumpet player burps,
we laugh and blow our tears.
There is no moon tonight.
There is no moon tonight.
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