and then there are stagnant times
the most robust cajun fare
tasteless
flavorless grits
a cow mulling over the same grass she's been mulling over
every fucking day of her life
the sun is so bright
spotlight on
it is spring
at least the birds are happy
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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3 comments:
Cute picture!!!!
About the poem...I'm sooooo feeling you. However, life goes on and so will you, so make the most of it.
thanks!
life def does go on...i would love to fast forward through this funk and get on with it!
I like the visuals in your poem. Very different.
Jaycee
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