7/17/12

Tomato Bread

Those blood suckers.
Lining up for the quarterly squirm.
Protect that China doll.
With dots that connect.

Holy moly it's a hot day.
Huge billowing black clouds.
Brought relief in the early evening.
Iced wines and tomato breads.

Capered side of a calf.
Popped another top last night.
A matter of understanding.
Reconciliation and embraces.

Another of the 35 thousand.
Begins with a goodbye.
Anticipation of days.
And daily prayers.

Just give us this day.



Linked Out

  Gonna get linked in. Gonna get sucked in. Gonna get rubbed in. Him and his loaded friends. Wanna get linked out. Pull his junk out. Nobody...