a cigarette in a drought-yellowed
to be gotten rid of quick
the way birds flee from
forest fires that
only you can prevent
Finals week. wrote something interesting but it’s in my journal at home and tonight I live at the library.
also. .. ..
huh. tonight there is no also. I really just want to shake my fist at my laptop and not do my final paper. apply some good old Ctrl-Alt-Delete to my life. (I think that doesn’t make any sense).
there’s a fine line between surrealism and pure pointless drivel. I ate that line and licked the plate clean.
I dunno why the word drivel always reminds me of food. Rice pudding maybe. Something that shouldn’t be liquid but insists on being so anyways.
last piece AH peace. (p.s.)? turns out there were a few alsos after all. And that word is underlined in red and it looks terrible. The only things that should be underlined in red are the noses of gingers with really nice mustaches. Surprisingly enough, even in this enlightened age, google will not get you a decent picture of a real nice, natural, bright red mustache. Perhaps they don’t exist?
food for thought.