Poem a Day 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
Cubes In The Sink
Rusty stomach at the bilious age,
rancorous sludge for delight taken when and where.
Rusty whims greedily balmed.
Open eyes, shoulder wedged up beneath the fat,
wrinkling it over the chocks, and away.
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Allison
January 18, 2013 at 11:17 AM
Are you telling me to do the dishes?
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Matthew
January 18, 2013 at 11:48 PM
No way, José! This was about spoiling myself.
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Are you telling me to do the dishes?
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