this morning i/woke up to absolute sweetness swimming in crimson tide/dragged myself and/smeared porcelin white/carried my burden two blocks and then some,/ in the guise of small middle school children/something wicked this way comes/ my handle broke./ entered in and sorted out colors and whites/i rode the 15 down down down /town sullied at 9:30 in the morning posted by testimonies 10:09 AM Add a comment . . .
