Wednesday, January 18, 2012

the wine you meant to throw out

my dog left a bone in my bed,
i left a party an hour ago with hug status
and the first meal of the day.
my haiku went something like this,
when you have an upper hand on humanity:

fingering
the invisible hand
world peace.

i feel like i broke a wall with my bare hand today,
after three shots of espresso and the pro's of owning a 9mm
just a little wind, and the basement of a candy factory
the lights and sounds of a perfect sleepy city

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