i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

one ambulance app

proaches me from the
south i hear
her siren then
one ambulance ap
proaches me from the
west i hear
her siren then
one ambulance ap
proaches me from the
north i hear
her siren then
one helicopter ap
proaches me from a
bove i hear
his rotor blades these
noises all these
noises all these
noises heading
west on foster ave
nue one cop car sans a
siren ap
proaches me what o
what
am i
think
ing

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