slow day poetry

Hey fellows, here's a poem I wrote in the damn ACC computer lab (seeing as my beloved internet connection is on the fritz at home). Tomorrow, I'm climbing the Time Warner headquarters and I'm going to pee on top of it! Bastards! Oh, here's the poem.

yesterday

in the creekbed

with

temper tantrums

the god of iron

and the god

of

cotton

spat upon each other

and

cried.

oh mother, come now

to

deliver us the

hawk for

breakfast

and take of our cheeks your

razors and

your wit