Saturday, August 22, 2009

ode to maple bacon donuts

I'm on the bus
to Portland for donuts,
maple bacon. I'll sit
on the curb in the rain
and flip out, man,
coffee and donut
like absinthe and
I'll write a poem
about a blurry, blurry
night, smear my lipstick,
then sing the national anthem
before cutting off my ear
which I'll post to you,
post to you,
notice I say 'post.'

drg o9

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