from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker.
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Quotes of the Day
People always ask me, 'Were you funny as a child?' Well, no, I was an accountant.
by Emily Dickinson
951
As Frost is best conceived
By force of its Result -
Affliction is inferred
By subsequent effect -
If when the sun reveal,
The Garden keep the Gash -
If as the Days resume
