December 2008
15 posts
Springtime by: Annuals
this lovely little number...
A scathing rebuke of the loss of holiday spirit...
pancake batter pattering on my ginger breaded man fleshed bones tonsil licking trickling down your plumy ashen tree tickling pine prick prickling ornamental umbilical thread hanging from your wooden wrapped fingers red and green and peachy keen bows on my slumber pillows grinch me now with your smiling hoo who down in my whoville your dreidel spins… Read More spinnily yule-ing my tender...
“Mustang or Girl
She was putt in a pen that was far to small.
growing smaller...”
– Lizzy Morgan written Nov. 6, 2008
Rise Above - Dirty Projectors
