while i don’t know all the details,
i do know you weren’t supposed
to be there
nay
you were never invited
and that weed they slipped in
your pipe is the reason for your
blissful buzz
Day: February 22, 2009
Foul Weather
poetryBut if all the things
you ever weather
end up less then
fair,
consider me your
foul-weather-friend.
And I’ll tie me to
the mast with you.
the sieve and the sand 