Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Puro Pinche Language Poetry
Lady Mariposa
Sun, breezy
Humid, breezy
fucking hot
breezy
breezy
breezy
not easy
breezy
hot
breezy
hot
hot
hot
hot breeze
hot
breeze
breeze the hot
breeze
Few showers
breeze
few showers
with no breeze
Few storms
with breeze
breeze
the few storms
in the hot
sun
in showers that
breeze hot
like
few storms
that never come
and the humidity
not fun
like the breeze
hot
and it breeze
hot
hot sun
hot breeze
hot
hot
it ain't a breeze
to breeze
hot
when to breeze means
hot
hot
Valle sun
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Don't stop writing. It's summer, the perfect time to blog. lol
ReplyDeleteUnless you are in spain and have no acess to computers and then you are dry, feel like you are no longer a poet, miss home till no poems come and your grandmother passes and you realize you feel nothing. maybe i don´t know love, maybe i pretend to feel things to make myself human.
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