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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Saturday, March 19, 2005

GARDENING THE BIG GARDEN 


Before going in to work
at the liquor store
what a bore
elephants come in daily
for their cheap bottle of whisky
or bellow ten dollar
vodka half gallon
of a plastic jug
what a mug you plug
dung bat half bit off the steps into
their graves
dug just short of three feet
deep
not enough to keep the vermin out
that’s the point
buster
that’s the way we dig
the dirt
and plant the garden
rotten with your dirty rotten
corpse
imbibed with cheap booze.
Posted by: François Pointeau / 08:38
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