sat 5.29
more gutter balls than
strikes more splits than spares is bowl
ing life's metaphor
sun 5.30
scotch from the bottle
passed in a circle midnight
austin mitch forty
mon 5.31
uncoordinat
ed is my ass stuck
bum
ping
down a water slide
tue 6.1
we woke packed flew blue
line bus washed clothes made dinner
tomorrow's joe fucked
wed 6.2
'tis teachers' fault some
sayeth mothers of their fail
ures our wh?e hold back
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.
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