Barter
Things are good.
There’s nothing
to break.
Coming back from
a beaten path,
traded a machete
for three bottles
of Argentinean
pinot noir.
Things are bad.
Things won’t
bend or break.
A cluster fuck of verbiage. Bad poetry, musings, fiction, useless ranting, mindless gibberish, photos, videos. Come on, it's fun!
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home