mumbling to myself outloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Monday, November 12, 2012
mr bluebird clutching deadly to the grate
I am fundamentally an urbanite
girl all through
and am confounded by what to to with your frozen dead blue frame
not sure you count as fire starter fodder but too chicken to pluck you out
oh I am stymied
this is not a poem!