I know I have to reply to a bunch of comments and pms... I just got through my exam, still numb. Will get down to living in a day or two.
I wrote this yesterday... nightmares do turn into poetry sometimes. I dreamt I flunked, hopefully, I haven't. We
Battered syllables for the main course
Garnished with sniffles and blubbering brine,
Valium and codeine made the rations worse,
So I added fantasies marinated in wine.
For dessert I tried to thaw cold shoulders,
But ended up serving my guts instead.
I cleaned up later, wiser and colder
With a heartburn of regret, went alone to bed.
Poetry by Arti
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Written on 2007-02-23 at 19:10
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I wrote this yesterday... nightmares do turn into poetry sometimes. I dreamt I flunked, hopefully, I haven't. We
I made dinner ...
Battered syllables for the main course
Garnished with sniffles and blubbering brine,
Valium and codeine made the rations worse,
So I added fantasies marinated in wine.
For dessert I tried to thaw cold shoulders,
But ended up serving my guts instead.
I cleaned up later, wiser and colder
With a heartburn of regret, went alone to bed.
Poetry by Arti
Read 573 times
Written on 2007-02-23 at 19:10
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