Monday, June 19, 2006

trouble witchor poem

there is a little poem caught in my back tooth, catching on my tongue
the other day I caught myself putting the cereal in the fridge and the poem
            in the cupboard
i was awfully embarrassed. there was egg all over my poem
what is that perfume? why -- are you wearing a poem?
we got a bleeder! clear the O.R. and bring me 50 milligrams of a poem!
um, you
            a little

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