December 2009
16 posts
This is by my friend, Alfred.
Your soul reminds me of fort-building sleepovers peanut butter and jelly smiles revealing checkerboard mouths on a Saturday sprinklers in June and scattered bottle caps Let’s collect them. They’ve fallen at our feet, we can turn in a bag full I think there’s great value in this bent metal Enough to fill a swimming pool, they come like coins spilling out effortlessly of this slot machine’s mouth...