Saturday, June 16, 2012


THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“I'm a poet.
Kiss me and

what you get
is whiskers.”

*

“Talk, talk, talk.
Take it off.

Let's see
what you've got.”

*

“You'd think if I
keep at this

they'd lock me up.
You have to wonder

why they don't.”



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