HEY IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY
WRITE YOUR OWN SONNETS YOU LAZY BASTARDS
There was a conspiracy today aimed at
stopping me from writing As if it
isn’t hard enough to birth these words
Harder than a kidney stone? Don’t know Or a baby? Maybe
First it involved getting out of bed
Ice driving winds an Optometrist
who said: There will be a flash freeze
And a man on his knees beside the
parking meter Scared the shit out of me Cold enough for you?
And finally a door that said:
Jammed Use South Entrance
At every step I nearly bolted home home home
Like a sad little drone whose soul
purpose today was to eat
a Cupcake
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Winter 2010 St. Valentine’s Day
sounds nasty/ home hom e hom e