Tuesday, March 10, 2015

3-10-15

Blisters

Forming on my fingers like little balloons.
The sergeant left his gun on the counter top, but I had no return address.

Major, please sit down and be reasonable.
Jets and Tusks are all well and good,

but I've named my dog something classier.

I have a coffee mug for every occasion, but my
favorite ones are the ones that I got on that

one occasion.

I admire his purity, the man
who dreams of lighthouses and the moon.

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