Misc Sh’t

A poem I shat out a little bit ago:


That’s me.

Missing a belt loop, toot-fruit, one-armed, nicknack handler.

Classic car, from afar, hot dog stand, without a plan.

Hot tea on a Saturday night? Dumb. Why not chew your nails while watching reruns of ‘Friends’?

Who invented fun?

I fucking did.


SLE • 3/23/13

A GREAT FB post about Huether:

Why does Charles Bukowski continue to show up?


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