the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry blog.

alley

every nice town has a really old junky place where people go on group dates because they think its fun to be this bad at a sport only exceedingly large people play with any kind of integrity, also i like the bumpers

poetry

foiled by your deceptive
glances leading yet another
one through the parking lot
past dark alleys and into
sketchy old warehouses
just to go bowling

March 12, 2009 Roger Mugs Tagged alley, bowling, dark Leave a comment

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