in the tarantula morning of
dry spittoon and rubik’s cube,
now sits atop a mound of failed ruses;
an empty cup to savor.
Tags: empty, new, poem, useless
oh, dear! This is a conundrum!
I`d like to make a habit of burning all effigies and shrines built up during the day before sleeping.
Ohhh.. I love a good effigy campfire that is built just close enough to the shrine to catch it on fire with sparks. Really great show – better than fireworks.
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