SMELLS LIKE
SMELLS LIKE TEAVANNA
writing poems fatigue creeping up leg
exact grey tuesday as last replica of
monday ancestors decompensating
in heaven bus splashes smallish man
snowbanks melting seeds stirring
simple prose can bring on distemper
as citylights dim man in tea store
asks too many questions I punch him
on a whim and watch him drop like a winter fly
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Early Spring 2013
songanddancegirl 