You will short shit the sheets again
so long as there is "Tomorrow"
& dookie in yr vowels //
Mr. Peacock threatens to fire up
his scraper box
he says, "I'm uh fryer up
mah scraper box, Worm"
"The Worm" is his son in-law & unlikable //
Tomorrow, mes amis
I could write 30 letters
re: yr failings in the face of Everyday sitch
or Tomorrow I could write no letters at all //
SONNET (FOR CLARICE LISPECTOR)
1 week ago