These things have escaped from my brain. Wade through them at your own risk.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
A poem I composed after looking at my shirt.
Anxious kitty
sends his coat exploding outward
like a celebration;
adorns my shirts and pillows
with clouds carrying asthma and itchy eyes,
then serenades the world with constant meowing
accompanied by the rhythm of my coughing.
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