Sunday, May 15, 2011

Me Ears Go Pop When I Go Up High

The hard roads
are the ones not taken
without cigarettes
in your little gay purse
that has stayed so blue
through so many
long winters.

Ahh, so the deeper the connection
the more confusing it is.
Who cares?


This life, or the next,
Are not that important,
Said the elephant,
Out in the rain
With the other elephants.

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