LESS POEM, MORE FALL
I'm not finding anything in this stuff--short and cryptic
or more narrative and contrived. Time to kick the tires
and slam the doors.
Time to stop posting drafts.
The car coasts on the fumes and rolls along silently.
Anyway, time to watch the leaves change instead.
(They are, they are changing already)
I saw a cat eat a cricket today.
I saw a hot air balloon get stuck in a tree near Niles.
The cat ate the cricket and then licked its paws.
For Jim Zola: You really owe it to yourself to try to find a copy of Ruby for Grief.
The last pre-season football game is right now (for 2007).
"The game nobody wants to play."
The cat was black.
To My Mother (And To R.'s Mother, too)
1 hour ago