All elsewheres being equal,
the Monarch Butterfly
prefers to winter
in Michoacan.
You told me once
that even chairs have souls.
Since then I've grieved
for all the dim sum.
Imagination is so ******
an odd portal
for poetry,
which explains the sweat.
I'd give all
the taxis in Vegas
for a do-over
before I'm obsolete.
So, I'm heading
for Michoacan
to winter
in the sweat.
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 11:15 AM UTC
All elsewheres being equal,
the Monarch Butterfly
prefers to winter
in Michoacan.
You told me once
that even chairs have souls.
Since then I've grieved
for all the dim sum.
Imagination is so ******
an odd portal
for poetry,
which explains the sweat.
I'd give all
the taxis in Vegas
for a do-over
before I'm obsolete.
So, I'm heading
for Michoacan
to winter
in the sweat.
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