Jun 2011
o' well i know
that birds of a feather'll
get folded and old
like grandmother's towels.
~
o' and all of these crows
hang out in the backyard
in piles of dead grass
spit out by the mower.
that birds of a feather'll
get folded and old
like grandmother's towels.
~
o' and all of these crows
hang out in the backyard
in piles of dead grass
spit out by the mower.
i swear i hallucinated the words to this in the blackness when i closed my eyes for a bit in american lit tutorial today.
