Every time I count my coins
and roll them into fodder
some are too dirty to spill through the modern counter
I take them to the kitchen
and mix them in a jar
of vinegar and baking soda
and I am transcended
science class
fourth grade
spectacular and naive
homemade bombs in a jar
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4 comments:
very good. lots of tie-ins. I liked that other one about the moon and dolphins. you women and your dolphins...
we have a lot of fool moons around here.
have been meaning to ask, bobo ok?
lovely. really enjoyed this.
this is a shared experience. nice. *polite coffee house clap*
DS, he's back to normal, if he ever was, thank you for asking.
Poetess-is that you on the bus? I didn't think you were that pretty, wow.
DWC- bowing. . . isn't that TWPITG photo, or am I absolutely confused, again?
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