NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 6th AM
Good Morning Jackhammer
They've done another
loud, mysterious nothing
to the street below our house.
I know there's a purpose,
but I can't say what it is.
Tito's gonna be
beside himself. No place
to park his car!
They've done another
loud, mysterious nothing
to the street below our house.
I know there's a purpose,
but I can't say what it is.
Tito's gonna be
beside himself. No place
to park his car!
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“Delhi to Daulatabad & Back (1342)”
Our intimate dreams
Are held
By drunk shrieks.
In our nightgowns we
Wander oases,
Fondle thorns.
-- Gora
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