the nights
Welcome to Popular Ink's INDELIBLE KITCHEN.
Now get the hell out!
Really, we would love to have you stay but we would feel rude about that as we have left. As in gone, defunct, kaput. We aren't here anymore. Sometimes, when it's late and we are worried about dying, we do believe in reincarnation. So, maybe we will live again. We'll let you know if that happens.
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2 comments:
give us an empty bucket & we will always do something with it. cool poem.
This is really cool. Very summer-like and reminds me of good ol' William Carlos Williams. Nice.
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