hmrpita

Monday, March 17, 2008

March the seventeenth
Seventeen years have passed by
I'll always miss you

I lean into you
Cold ear against warm forehead
My mind is made up

No, I just don't like
my main dish to be concealed
in a heavy sauce.

A plump peon on
a pony plants peonies
in the Pyrenees

i will die alone
choking on super pollen
hearing a fly buzz

Don't congratulate
me. I was just standing here.
It makes me wonder...

god, don't try to re-
member something from a week
ago when you're drunk