Bad Thai

July 10th, 2009 | Journal, Poetry

Talking to a man of circuitous verisimilitude
The hands of the clock close tight around my neck
A twelve course meal without flavor or substance
The appetizers, lukewarm and late
And this is only the beginning…

  • Pyrados
  • bag of apples

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