day of mine i'm
sore from gar
dening three
days in a row the
compost has proven to
be a dis
aster due to pis
tachio shells
never again! the
sky is grey
er almost min
ute by min
ute prov
ing once a
gain that
weathermen are
horseshit
yet
we'll sit there
drenched with our
expensive cubs
tickets and
you'll be i
guess in the
atlantic o
cean and de
spite all these
humdrums these
bullshits these
whatevers this
morning i still said
modeh ani l'fa nechah and
you know i'm not kidding
rabbi knows i'm not kidding
papa knows i'm not kidding
lord knows i'm not kidding
i'll remember this tonight at
wrigley field
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.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
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