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.
Added: 14 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 12 May 2008 12:54 PM | Viewed: 17108 times
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